"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.
