In Zone 9...
Franklin, Vashno, and Eztein reached the vicinity of the Flaem Clan household.
"Is this the right place?" Franklin inquired, his gaze fixed on the barrier enveloping the entire area.
"Yeah, that woman assured us that we'd find it here," Vashno affirmed.
"Are you certain we should trust that woman?" Eztein questioned, casting a glance at the intense battles unfolding in the sky.
"If this doesn't pan out, I'll take you on, Vashno," Franklin retorted.
"Don't fret; I've already informed Souta about that woman, and he suggested that if we had the time, we should investigate," Vashno explained.
"We? I'm afraid to say you've forcibly entangled me and this old man in your plan. It should be just you. Franklin and I should be on the front lines, fighting alongside the others," Eztein responded.
"Enough talk. Let's get inside," Vashno directed, taking out a small token from his pocket adorned with the Flaem Clan insignia.
