Chapter 22: A Tune of Tribute.

"The commander expects so much of you, Kane. He even taught you some of his origin spells—how enviable."

"I know, and I won't disappoint the commander's expectations of me."

Another team of special ops was scaling a path through the dungeon, though this one wasn't being led by a soldier but by a vulture instead. This oddity might have struck any of the aristocrats dumb if they didn't know the insider details.

"I still don't understand why would the commander groom a peasant as his apprentice in name," mumbled a soldier in hushed whispers, but he knew just as much as everyone else did that his voice wasn't actually inaudible.

He didn't care though, as he found it absurd for someone who used to grovel at his feet to all of a sudden become a superior. He had yet to let reality sink in, his pride grabbing hold of his emotions.