Chapitre 155: Marquis of Magical Destruction

Tempest Cliff, Tempest Branch Alliance, within one of the rooms found in the Tower of Seclusion.

"Oh god…my mind hurts…" A voice could be heard inside one room, complaining about what it was doing for quite a long time already. When one looked at the origin of the voice, one's vision would be able to see a wooden sculpture vibrant green in color near one corner of the room, the presence of energy being extremely prevalent around it.

"Note to self…don't do this ever again," the wooden sculpture said to itself, pondering as to why it did this in the first place. Soon after, it remembered that it was doing it for the sake of the members of the alliance it's a part of, taking in a few deep breaths before inwardly letting out a sigh of relief. "Then again, I've already crafted the amount of equipment sets needed to protect every member in this alliance."