The Bishop of White Mist is here; everyone can feel at ease.
With his combat strength, unless there are several Sea Battle Armors entangling him or an Aether Armament comes at him head-on, it's unlikely that anyone could stop him.
However, what is less reassuring is that considering the current convergence of forces at Harrison Port, sending out a few Armor Suits to engage the Bishop of White Mist would not be too difficult.
"I'll inform the Viscount."
The Bishop of White Mist took out a silver metallic cylinder about as thick as two fingers from his bosom, twisted it to confirm the frequency, and then closed his eyes.
The halo of Spirit Energy lit up from behind his tightly shut eyes, and streaks of silver-white light began to glow on the metallic cylinder as well.
"Good."
