With the invasion of Blackstone village soldiers, it was clear to everyone, especially Floki, that Blackstone was now more serious than ever.
It troubled their hearts greatly, and fear lingered heavily among the villagers. They feared that the evil chief of Blackstone village would cook up even more ruthless plans to take them down if proper actions were not taken very soon.
Floki was aware of their worries.
He was constantly informed by the system about their doubts and fears.
But this did not deter him in the slightest.
What the people took as a source of fear had already become his source of inspiration, and more than that, a constant reminder of the limited time he possessed to complete his Hell-level quest.
It was late afternoon, and the sun's scorching light had grown weak, leaving behind a dull warmth that stretched across the village.
