Over the next two days, Andrew used Nyx's materials to create a large quantity of pills. When he showed them, the Dragonfang members stared at him in awe.

"You can actually refine eighth-grade divine pills?" Juno carefully held a purple pill; her eyes widened in surprise.

Petra's massive body trembled with excitement. "Damn, with these, Dragonfang would be unstoppable. We could fight non-stop in the Outlands!"

Knox sidled up to Andrew with an eager grin. "Hey, I want one of those Violet Essence Pills."

Andrew laughed. "That's not for me to decide. Nyx provided all the materials. If you want one, you'll need her permission."

Everyone immediately turned to look at Nyx, who stood off to the side. When not on a mission, the martial god assassin preferred to wear black dresses, a very conservative style.

With her hair pinned up and eyes sparkling like stars, Andrew had to admit her presence was truly exceptional. She embodied a noble elegance reminiscent of medieval aristocracy, with