After examining the ring, I equipped it immediately.
"Who's coming with me?" I asked, my voice brimming with confidence as all the hunters looked at me.
Then, a wave of secondhand embarrassment hit me.
"Cringe," I thought, resisting the urge to grimace at my own dramatic delivery.
"I don't think many will be able to," Riyujin said, his gaze scanning the hunters. Many of them were in rough shape, some barely standing, yet still here. That alone showed how dire the situation was.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of that," a voice called out.
We turned to see a man riding in on an old, beat-up bike, his clothes torn but his condition decent nonetheless.
It was Dorian, an S-rank healer and a member of the Association. He was in his late twenties, with black hair and sharp grey eyes. His facial features were simple yet defined. He was also the one who had healed Mr.T'Zaero when we sparred.