"So first, we need to determine, what color should a normal flame be?" The mage from the Blood Clan adopted a professional demeanor. "As we all know, the world's flames vary due to differing surrounding magic power..."

"Alright, alright, stop talking."

The warrior clamped the mage's mouth shut, achieving silence in the physical sense.

Many Blood Clan members, with their long lifespans and extensive knowledge, love to show off their wisdom to others, nearly turning it into a common trait of their race. Few, like this warrior, remain humble.

It might also be that the warrior is simply annoyed by his companion's long-winded speech and doesn't want to listen.

The mage punched him in protest. If these two weren't both male, the scene might have appeared quite flirtatious.

"If you put it that way, then suddenly I feel normal."

The assassin scratched his head and said, "I heard the flame they're worshiping is slightly yellowish. Yellow seems pretty normal, doesn't it? Definitely more normal than blue, purple, or black."

"Speaking of yellow flames, the first things that come to my mind are the fireplace fire that can heal the spirit, the secret earth fire that resonates with the land, and..." The mage couldn't help but speak again, and this time he quickly summarized before the warrior could block his mouth.

"In short, yellow flames are pretty harmless."

"Harmless, that's good." The warrior breathed a sigh of relief, glad that his kind hadn't fallen into any bizarre religions.

"Tch, harmless..." The assassin clicked his tongue in displeasure. "I was hoping to join in on the excitement."

He was immediately given a sharp look by the warrior, as if he were a dangerous character.

The warrior opened his mouth, seeming to want to say something, but ultimately shook his head and changed the topic. Looking at the bustling street, he said:

"Ultimately, the reason everyone is gradually leaving the White Blood Dungeon is because they're somewhat tired of life here." 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Upon hearing this, neither the assassin nor the mage spoke further. At this time, silence represented agreement.

In this group, aside from the mage, the other two are actually descendants of the sealed items. They were born in the White Blood Dungeon, occasionally leaving only to buy supplies, and ultimately returning. This is because they aren't very old yet, and their enthusiasm for the White Blood Dungeon hasn't been worn away over time.

However, the mage is a pure human transformed from a sealed item. He stays in the White Blood Dungeon purely out of a sense of responsibility to care for his other two companions. Without this attachment, he would also want to leave.

Those transformed from sealed items, like the mage, have complex feelings about the White Blood Dungeon.

The days spent within the dungeon's seal are hard to express with specific words. The Blood Demon's lifespan is long but they can die, yet within the seal, they produce offspring, generation after generation continuing on, the original batch of Blood Demons have long since died, newborns don't even know they're inside a seal, they think the world is within the seal.

The older generation of Blood Demons who have long since passed never transmitted any feelings of revenge against the dungeon that sealed them to the next generation.

Until one day, the mage saw their world crack open, and everyone rushed out, hurriedly escaping.

Once outside, all Blood Demons were stunned by the outside world. The vastness of the world brought severe discomfort to these Blood Demons who had never been outside, some even dizzyingly collapsing like infants unable to walk. At that time, they feared everything in the outside world, having no social knowledge, they acted on instinct to eradicate everything that scared them, thus began the destruction.

What happened later became well-known. The warriors from the Warrior Country came down and beat the Blood Demons soundly, making these sealed items finally remember what retreat meant.

But upon returning to where they exited, they were horrified to find the entrance closed; they couldn't go back!

Then, by chance, they were invited by a mysterious and odd magician to partake in his experiment, as he promised to ensure the Blood Demons a peaceful life for the rest of their lives.

The mage twitched his eyebrow slightly, recalling past events wasn't easy for him, and he still remembers the magician courteously bowing, a stark contrast to the stench from his robes that crept into their nostrils — from that moment, he had a poor impression of him.

"My name is Viskasa, just a simple wandering mage, also the one who helped you through difficulties."

He still remembers the words the magician spoke during their first meeting, his tone gentle, like a kindly grandfather.

Despite the magician being human, for some reason, the Blood Demons lowered their guard, truly believing his words, ultimately succeeding in transforming during the magic ritual, and after the ritual's success, the magician vanished, as if he had disappeared into thin air.

To the Blood Demons, this guy truly was the benefactor who did good deeds without leaving his name.