"Where is the emissary?"
In a different part of the Endless Sea, an urgent meeting had been called in the same place where the man from the TriCobra Sect had made his acquaintance with those who had decided to choose neither the Church, nor Angaria in the upcoming conflict.
It was the head of the Sect of Hedon who said these words in urgency, and as he turned his head furtively to match the eyes of all those he had gathered, all he saw was doubt and panic.
The man they had invited at great risk to themselves…had suddenly gone missing.
BANG!
A loud sound was suddenly heard as he gripped his fists tightly, and it was hard to believe that it had simply been caused by the air frantically escaping from his iron-like grasp.
Because the faces of all those present were hidden, it wasn't visible that he was gritting his teeth, but from the way his entire body was shaking, it was obvious that he was very, very angry.
Merry Christmas, y’all, and thank you so much for all the Bday wishes!
Was gonna bring up the chaps to a brisk pace, but I had to take a break and do some serious planning…Angaria’s arc will end soon, so it was time to begin laying the groundwork for the next arc. As you can see, this won’t be like a generic WN where things will become uninteresting after a level! I’ve got a lot in store for you!
And if all goes well…prepare for a surprise today! :D