"Speaking of which, why did you suddenly come to the Oath City, Opus? You haven't been here for many years."
In the Undying Club, Serey rarely emerged from behind the bar, sitting on a table, munching on fries while asking the person beside him.
"A proclamation from the Decision Room. When Bologue and the others discovered the King's Shield Guard hoarding the Scourge Epidemic, they urgently summoned me. As you know, due to the overwhelming power of the Seekers of Glory, crossing the rift poses great risks, so I sped the entire way, flying for several days straight to get here."
Fuen picked up a nearly worn-out paper cup, downed his drink in one go, "It's just like... just like during the Dawn War, when those wise ones dispersed the dark clouds, leaving the Night Race to perish under the sun en masse.
The power of the Clarks might not hold the upper hand in head-on duels, but in terms of altering the battlefield environment and manipulating the weather, we've got it covered."
