William didn't mind jumping into the trap because he knew his presence here was the ultimate distraction. As long as he remained a grand, blood-soaked nuisance in the heart of their breeding grounds, the enemy's leaders could never truly focus on the continent.
He would be the thorn in their side that they couldn't ignore, forcing them to commit their best forces to him while the girls solidified the defence of their world.
"As we agreed upon, old man," William said, his face splitting into a fierce, battle-hungry grin. "And here is a little gift for the long run."
With a casual flick of his wrist, William tossed a storage ring toward Fang. The old master caught it out of the air, his brow furrowed in confusion, but the moment he probed the ring's contents with his spirit sense, his jaw nearly hit the valley floor.
