Chapter 142: The Silver Dome Lord

Luke gave a faint nod. "Then I have a task for you. Succeed, and you'll have that chance." He took on the tone of someone offering a crucial mission.

"You know about the plague-like aura swirling around White Town and drifting this way, right? We need the antidote to that venom."

Wayne, recalling some local lore, blurted, "You mean the Eagle Red Grass that grows in the Xiling region? Our trainers say it purifies certain poisons from demon eagles. But—" He hesitated. "You need a lot?"

"That's correct," Luke affirmed. "Collecting enough Eagle Red Grass is vital for what's coming. People in White Town and beyond might need it. Succeed in gathering a good supply, and you'll get your chance to prove yourself—a real soldier's role."

Wayne Yates' heart pounded. He glanced at his loyal eagle, Ash, who nuzzled his cheek.

The notion of flying out into Xiling, braving hazards, made him tremble—but not with fear, with excitement.