"Graham could no longer hold on," a wizard beside him sighed, then paused before offering consolatory words:
"The situation we find ourselves in is unavoidable.
The Master of the Bitter Winter, who appeared so suddenly last time, was ultimately vanquished, but the effects he caused... they have never truly dissipated... Since then, Graham has never seen the sunlight again, and the magic power in the city has become increasingly sparse due to the severe damage to the magic energy ore veins..."
"Is the Solid Wall plan directed by the Supreme Councilman ready?" Lentria interrupted his ramble, asking in a grave voice.
"It's ready, we're just waiting for the Sea Domain to synchronize," the wizard nodded,
"According to the message from the Supreme Councilman, this evening will mark the beginning of the operation."
"The evening..." Lentria looked out into the dark window, his gaze distant.
...
Clara Island.
