Darnell was slightly stunned by what he heard. In truth, it wasn't that surprising—he had expected Sullivan to use the barrel of thunderpowder for something like this. But in his opinion, it was somewhat impractical, given the danger it posed to them as well. With a hint of reluctance, he asked, "Are you sure? Do you even realize how sharp the senses of mid-tier Arcane Masters are? Even if we throw the barrel suddenly, they'll likely notice it. Not to mention, we might bring the hall's ceiling down on our heads and bury ourselves along with them."
Sullivan wiped the sinister grin off his face and replied slyly, "Enough with the fear. Trust me."
'As confident as ever. I still don't know what he's really relying on,' Darnell sighed inwardly. After a brief silence, he answered, "Fine. What do you want me to do?"
