Wain was puzzled. This had never happened before, for he was not even aware of the existence inside his Soul Altar, a mysterious dark castle.
'What is that...?' Wain thought to himself, trying to figure out whose voice it was.
...
"Hey, why does it have to be you! He was going to use my power!" Exclaimed a silhouette in a red nobleman's coat and a white mask covering his face.
"Shut up... don't bother me... dressed up clown..." Cursed Swordsman rudely replied.
"You! You look more like a homeless man than a swordsman! What the hell are you trying to do?!"
"Huh, isn't it obvious?" Said the figure with the dense blindfold over his eyes.
"Hmm?"
"When the crack in the platform got a little bigger, now maybe we have a chance to deliver our wishes, so better not get in his way." Said Blind Sorcerer.
