My mind began to churn at overdrive.
We were in the center of the Japanese Branch of the Exorcist Union.
That alone was bad enough.
This place was crawling with powerhouses.
Multiple Gods, Rank 5 Exorcists, and Rank 4 veteran combatants who had survived decades of conflicts.
They could wipe us out.
On the other hand, what did we have?
Valen was there, but his head was still regenerating, flesh knitting slowly, and the fatigue on his face was obvious.
He could fight if forced to, but against Rank 5 Exorcists who were at peak condition, I doubted he could do much.
Dante was the other option.
His ability was powerful, terrifying, and unpredictable.
Dante and Vampire Prince Valen were our only two fighters capable of standing in this place.
The crewmates were still recovering from their injuries.
Some were leaning against walls, others sitting on the cracked floor, trying to steady their breathing.
They could move, but that didn't mean they could fight at full strength.
