The Divine Undertaker
Qiri, a masculine woman with a muscular form, clapped Caleb's shoulder so hard that he was gritting his teeth in pain.
"Haha!" she laughed. "You've really toughened up! Oh, and I have a good friend in the Sanctuary who can help you whenever you need."
With that, she handed him a war mace. "If you ever bump into my loser of an apprentice, give this to him—tell him that I promised him, and I won't break my promises."
Caleb looked utterly befuddled as he had no idea who Qiri's friend and apprentice was.
Turning to Brax, he smiled gratefully. "Thank you for the Legiondeath Sixteen, Elder Brax."