At the entrance to the camp, a stern-faced, middle-aged man in a black long robe stood silently.
He wore a silver Star Moon Badge on his chest and exuded a profound aura.
He was, without a doubt, an Official Wizard!
"Hank Squad, reporting for duty." Hank stepped forward and bowed respectfully.
"I am the person in charge of this camp, Sterling Vance, a Level One Wizard. I am the commander here, as well as the chief Magic Potion Alchemist," the middle-aged Wizard said in a steady voice.
His gaze swept over the group, pausing on Ian for a moment.
"Welcome to the 'Furnace.' For the foreseeable future, this place will be your home—and your battlefield."
Sterling Wizard wasted no words and immediately began assigning tasks.
"Hank, I'm appointing you as the camp's team leader. Lina, you will join the patrol team, responsible for scouting and clearing the three-kilometer radius around the camp daily.
Big Guy, you go to the eastern wall and assist with the defenses there.
