In the secret realm, Ivan watched with smoldering anger the audacious people not far from him.
If it hadn't been unwise to make a move right now, he would have liked to go up to these people and stab a few bloody holes in them. They had chosen their timing all too well—it was almost when the water scalding bubble fruits were about to appear, right at the harvest time.
"Wait a bit longer, Sorcerer Bernardson will soon give instructions,"
Next to him stood Wolban, his face clouded with anger.
Just as they had discussed before departing, it was good for the two of them to act together to watch each other's backs.
No sooner had the words left their mouths than both sensed the unusual and simultaneously reached for the small triangular piece.
After activating their respective triangles, Sorcerer Bernardson's somewhat stern voice rang out at the same time.
