"I'm saved, I thought he would kill me but in the end I survived!

Now it's time to return to the city and make some preparations, there's something fishy about the appearence of that Necromancer and the massacre which that bastard did.

If I were to go back to the commander and report, it's highly probable they would silence me."

Peter knew his worth, even if he was a Lieutenant level, offending a Necromancer wasn't something he could afford with his current standing.

It has to be mentioned that every Necromancer had to be at least at the commander level so they weren't existences he could compare to, at the moment.

"Hahahaha, you won't have to wait too long my dear brothers.

I will soon sate your thirst of blood...

Thanks to my clan's relic, it's only a question of time for me to attain Commander level power."

The jade pendant on Peter's neck briefly flashed with a green light as if sensing the ambition and thirst of blood of his owner.

...

...

"What a strange fellow... Well at least he gave me this card so I shouldn't treat him as an enemy the next time I meet him, if there will be a next time."

Giving someone an hospitality card was a common sign of benevolence in the Five Continents.

"I still don't understand what made him change his attitude so fast, I don't have a powerful master...

He talked about some powerful presence or aura but I didn't feel anything of the sort."

Dante tried to understand the reason behind Peter sudden change, but no matter how he racked his mind he still didn't find any clues.

"Nevermind, what's important is that I survived. I can think about this things later, maybe with a cup of tea or something.

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Now I need to return to the fortress."

But just when he was about to resume his journey, he heard a voice.

"Stop kid, you are just getting yourself killed if you return to the fortress now.

If you leave this forest and find shelter far away from here, maybe you will be able to survive."

The voice wasn't aged or anything but it was domineering enough to make anyone think twice before doing anything.

Dante felt intimidated by it, so he tried to be polite to this stranger.

"Who are you Sir? Can you show yourself to this little one?"

He tried to be as polite as possible because he didn't want anymore problems for that day.

"Hehehe, at the very least your manners are good. I was really troubled just now as I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that a fool like you could survive until today.

But now I know, even if you are not the sharpest tool in the shed, at least you know your place."

Dante was really angered by this statement, but in the end he managed to calm himself.

"I appreciate your compliment Sir, but can you show yourself now?"

Even if he managed to control himself Dante was still burning of anger within, and he really wanted to know who dared to be this audacious with a Dungeon's soldier.

"Kid you have to look no further than at yourself to see me."

"What!?"

"Look at your Orb..."

Dante was stupefied, how could his Orb be related to the voice he was hearing?

Taking off his armor he looked at his Orb, only to be stunned once again.

The Orb that had been the source of his frustrations for the last year had changed, the once unremarkable Orb was now in one of the orbits of an eerie flaming purple skull.

Looking at the blazing flames Dante almost felt his eyes burning, so he retracted his gaze from them.

It was too strange, he had never heard of anything like that happening to other demons.

And then it happened.

The moment his gaze met that of the one eyed Skull, he was taken into the Orb.