When Berry had gone to find Lang and the other Bronze-grade spirit masters, she had been under the impression that William wanted them to form a small, elite fighting unit.
As Lang and the others had correctly guessed, she had become swept up in the thrill of the idea, supporting it with every fibre of her being.
She envisioned her long-held dream of acting heroically finally manifesting—venturing through herds of monsters with a specialised team, proving her worth to the clan that had pitied her for so long.
"You'll know once we arrive there," William said, his voice cutting through her romanticised thoughts. He paused, his expression turning sharp and practical. "You are absolutely sure the ores and materials are already at the yard, right? We can't afford to go on a scavenger hunt."
