When the contents of the cup was emptied, Neveah glanced back at the two unfamiliar faces, wondering if she was expected to place the cup back in the air.
When it came to magic, Neveah was always at a loss. It was a variable she was not accustomed to, werewolves were not blessed with such abilities.
In this regard, Neveah guessed the Eclipse Domain was more reassuring than the Asvarian stronghold.
At least back in the Eclipse Domain, Neveah did not have to worry about anyone casting spells on her from the comfort of their dungeons.
All that mattered then was strength... the strong ruled and everyone else would be beneath their feet.
But in the Asvarian stronghold...there were all kinds of strength, the dragon's breath of flames,
Fairy magic and spells of dark sorcery that could conjure monsters... and perhaps many others she was yet to encounter
Neveah shook her head slightly, the mere thought of it unsettling her.
