The news about his friends. It was something Damian had been waiting for a long time, and apparently, it was finally time.

"What news?" Damian said, grabbing Frederic's arms, "What news?"

Frederic put his hands on his shoulder, "Relax, calm down. Sit."

Damian breathed in and out, trying to relax and wait for Frederic's words.

"The good news is that someone saw Vanessa and Hazel. Unfortunately, no one has seen your father yet," Frederic said, "But the bad news is that Hazel and Vanessa are not on this dungeon floor."

"What? Why? Why would they leave the safe floor for humankind? It does not make sense." Damian said.

He could not understand the reason behind their actions, and Frederic was in the same situation.

"I have no idea. The only information I have is that someone saw the two in a small town near a portal that leads out of the tenth floor," Frederic said.

"At least it's something..."

Damian was not pleased with said information, but it was even worse when he had no idea where they were. But it wasn't possible despite wanting to go there and look for his two friends.

Frederic realized it by looking at Damian's face, "You get it, right? We have to deal with Miller first before you leave."

Miller, once again! He was a pain in the ass, a demon who should be in the underworld and not there on the tenth floor, making all humans' lives hell.

Damian wanted to end him. He did, but it was easier said than doing it. Miller was not showing himself anymore, especially after they canceled the coliseum fights.

"I need to find other ways to contact him. Have any suggestions?" Damian asked.

"Like I said," Frederic leaned closer to Damian, whispering, "I think you need to use your necromancy things to get his attention. It is wrong, but it's the only way."

After the two talked briefly, Frederic returned to his shop with Raikono, and the rest of Dawn's members did not know what to do!

Magnus, Aurora, and Natasha wanted to find a way to deal with the recent demonic attacks, but it was impossible. Natasha was also busy trying to learn about her sister's situation, and Lila wasn't the fighter type.

Damian gathered all of them in a meeting room inside his headquarters.

"Attention, everyone, please," he said, using a spoon to hit his glass of wine.

"I know all of you are concerned about the demon, but let me handle it. There are other areas your services are needed,"

"First, I need you to keep training and help Lila strengthen. All of our members need to have power,"

"Another thing, try to get your hands on books about magic. This is a powerful thing we must learn."

They spoke about many things, with the training and gathering of resources being the primary ones. Damian also asked them to place some papers in the city about Dawn, offering their services. An advertisement, basically.

The expansion was needed, and Damian wanted to be the first organization to go deeper! That way, he could get control of portals to traverse from floor to floor, which was huge.

While they were busy with that, Damian tried to be a necromancer evil enough to catch Miller's attention. The number of spells he knew from his two books was vast, but only a few would work his purpose.

"Blood Transmission."

A spell that was quite good. All one needed was a clear picture of the face of the person you wanted to speak with and slice the throat of someone, bleeding their neck into a cup.

Both parts were easy for Damian, but the only problem was: where to find people to kill without catching too much attention?

Now that the killer responsible for the recent deaths — a lie — had been caught, no one wanted a corpse, especially one linked with macabre rituals.

So Damian had to be extremely careful about who he decided to use as a sacrifice. Of all the options, a lowly bandit or a homeless person was the best.

It wasn't hard to find a homeless person at all. They were usually inside Lemoria, asking for money, but no one gave them.

Therefore, they had to go outside the woods to look for food. That was the only way. They couldn't just go to the plantations and grab something to eat. The guards would kill them because of that.

Damian saw a homeless man enter the forest, but he only watched before doing anything. Why? What if said homeless person had a family? Or friends?

That would mean people would start asking questions after the man disappeared, which Damian did not want. After observing his victim for one hour, Damian was sure the man was alone.

'Sorry for this," Damian thought.

He went behind the homeless man, who did not have time to react as Damian grabbed his neck, twisting it. The man died instantly.

After killing the man, Damian looked for a more secluded place. It wasn't safe to perform a ritual like the one he wanted to in the middle of the forest.

'I learned it the bad way last time.'

The good part was that it was easy to find some caves, and the monsters inside often posed no threat to Damian. Once inside, it was time to start the spell!historical

The first thing was to cut the man's throat, pouring all the blood inside a ritual cup. Damian did as the spell told and spoke the chant aloud afterward, thinking of Claridge's face.

After a few moments, the blood formed a face, Claridge's! He looked a little confused and could not understand what was happening.

"Who are you?" Claridge said.

Damian had a mask on, so Claridge could not see his face.

"I heard you are the demon trying to kill these weak humans. Want some help with it?"

"Why should I trust you?" Claridge said.

"You shouldn't," Damian said, "I am here to gain benefits, just like you. I have information in my possession that might interest you."

Claridge laughed, "Information? You might be a necromancer or bloodmancer, which makes you better than these stupid humans, but that's it. You can't have the information that I want."

"Not even about the golden key?"

"WHAT?"