Over an hour passes, and the time finally comes.
Calculating everything, it has been almost ten hours since I began my invasion of this place. After the first five hours or so, this place was already conquered. The remaining time was used investigating and dealing with the Sixfold Helm of Darkness.
There are only four of them left now, though.
"Jasper, Xeno, and Madame Zema… you're up," I speak curtly, refusing to say any more or display any other kind of emotion except cruel certainty.
The three of them nod, approaching the vault with hints of hesitation.
Ultimately, though, they obey.
They have no choice.
It's either they die by my hands or take the chance to live by betraying the Dark Guild and relying on my antidote. Perhaps more selfless or righteous people would have made different choices, but these are selfish criminals who only care about themselves.
Their actions are largely predictable.
