The pursuit of power, wealth, and the chance to change their fate is the driving force that brought them to this perilous continent.
"Hmph, getting rich?"
Another voice in the team, full of obvious sarcasm, came from a scarred veteran with sharp eyes. His arm armor bore a blurred insignia, possibly from a destroyed kingdom.
"The news is all over the place, with Void invasions sprouting holes and spewing those damned things everywhere! And they're leaving the fires burning at their own doorsteps, shoving in here onto the front lines? Got brains stuffed with Gold Coins?"
He had some disdain for these people.
Those words, full of gunpowder, immediately provoked a retort. A burly mercenary beside him glared discontentedly: "Hey! Old man, you can't talk like that! You act like you're so noble, why don't you go back and guard your home?"
The veteran jerked his head around, his gaze like a sharp blade sweeping over the other, his voice cold and simmering with restrained anger.
