"Arrange a squad to go to the eastern outpost,"
"Yes, Island Master!"
...
Island Master's Manor.
A graceful figure knocked over the rockery behind her, stumbling and tumbling several times.
She jumped up backward with the momentum, dodging the two sword energies that followed close behind, and yelled in frustration, "Imilo, have you lost your mind? Why are you always after me? Do whatever you want; I won't stop you anymore."
Imilo, sword in hand, quickly followed, "Tell me, where is Occam?"
"How the hell would I know? I was just called over to hold you off here for a while, I have no idea where he's hiding," the Sect Guardian 'Viola' cursed unabashedly.
Now, she had seen it for herself.
Imilo was definitely more powerful than the rumors suggested.
She had been fighting him with almost all her might, yet he hardly seemed to be exerting himself.
She guessed that if he wasn't still wary of hidden dangers, he would have fully struck her down by now.
