"To think the Wicked were hiding within the shadow of the galaxy's black hole. That's quite near the Guardian Agency! To think the agency would be so oblivious about this.
"Let me clean it up a bit before returning then."
True to his words, Clay went to a journey back and found the Wicked hideout within the black hole of the Calumet Galaxy. The Wicked there were numerous; in the millions. And through a thorough and expertly placed attack strategy, not a single one was able to escape the fate of death at his hands.
"Let's consider this something like a charity drive or a cleanup drive, yeah? Alatheon?"
"As expected, you really found me even when I was hiding within a different dimension."
"Is it because of the amplified senses I have after applying the principles and methods I derived from the teachings within the agency?"
"I wouldn't know, but truly, you are impressive as you are now!"
