บท 353: Match Against Knights.

"…" Isaac walked up a small hill filled with greenish grass. At the top of the hill, a black-haired young man was sitting while looking at the scene below him.

Below the hill, the open space was filled with close to 100 Players. The enormous statue of God Zephyros stood proudly, shadowing the camping players.

Then, the black-haired youth moved his head halfway enough to glimpse the white-haired young man that soon arrived next to him.

Isaac sat down next to him and sighed, "100… Not enough."

Darth wryly smiled, "Yeah…"

"If we lose… South Continent's players will always be behind other Continents." Darth mentioned.

Isaac's face grew solemn. He was well aware that the other Realms have better ways of growing stronger.

"What is the plan?" He asked.

Darth pondered for a moment and then shrugged, "Most of the players will do their own thing, so planning isn't possible."