The silver rank breakthrough pill shimmered faintly under the dying light of the sun, its powdered glow pulsing like a heartbeat trapped in glass.
It was more than just a rare treasure.
It was exactly what Damien needed.
With it, he could finally take the next step—evolving his body from the tempered strength of Gray Iron Bones to the radiant, unyielding purity of Silvery Pristine Bones.
But the timing was wrong.
Here, in the heart of a crumbling kingdom, surrounded by chaos and the scent of war, there was no space for reflection or internal transformation.
Not yet.
His thoughts flickered like passing shadows—fast, cold, calculated.
Then, without hesitation, Damien turned his gaze to Anek and the Iron Dungeon leader. His eyes locked onto theirs with an intensity that froze the air between them.
His voice, low and precise, cut through the silence:
"Anek, you take the remaining men back to Valthron City. Take the Silver Rank pill with you."
