บท 953: 488 Saint Fist Corpse Head (4200)

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Waves rolled onto the beach in layers, making a sound reminiscent of windblown sand. Momentarily receding, they left a trail of shattered white foam. A salt-tinged sea breeze lifted the hem of the cloak.

On the flat, open beach, the shadows of two figures were elongated by the moonlight.

"Tomorrow, I will seek out Arlington to reaffirm our agreement. If possible, we'll also set a time, probably departing in three to four days. By then, the Magic Phoenix should have already arrived at East Sea County..." Mask said, glancing in the direction of East Sea City.