Catalia Hemingway.
Midnight, Bologna, East District Operation Base.
When he stepped out of the teleportation portal, Catalia hesitated for a moment—he had been to the Bologna operation base's teleportation spot several times, which was a small garden with the flower beds favored by the little princess, not the desolate surface found only in the Dark Zone of the eastern world as it was now.
"Welcome, Your Excellency." The middle-aged man who came to greet him made Catalia decide to step out—this was the second son of the Moriti matriarch, he didn't look very good, with one arm bandaged, but at least he was still alive.
"What happened here, did you provoke Malin?" Catalia was somewhat angry— the more he thought about Malin, the more uneasy he felt. Although he had heard that Malin was only at level 8 and a Mage of the sixth circle, his physical strength was extremely aberrant.
