"I expected them to be stronger. Sigh."
Peterson heaved a sigh of disappointment as he wiped the blood stain on his dagger on the robe of a dead cultist whose corpse lay atop the same table he brewed his potions on. The smell of spilled the spilled ingredients on the table and the metallic stench of blood, filled the air.
"Well, they are potion makers after all, they spend most of their times making potions rather than learning combative spells. It's a pity."
Peterson sighed once more as he shifted his gaze toward Alister, who was calmly leaning back against the wall, relaxing.
His curious eyes were now scanning the large hall littered with the corpses of the cultists they had just slaughtered.
He paid close attention to the ingredients and equipments on the tables, most of which had been destroyed during the heated battle that lasted for about two full hours.
He wondered if the exact resources needed for his mana awakening ritual were present in this same hall.
