Sauron Continent.
Supreme Council.
Emmon's words always carried a humble yet confident feeling. He seldom spoke grandly, but once he did, it was as solid and reliable as a mountain.
A sense of conviction settled in the legendary wizards' hearts.
"Good, then let Levi hit them hard!"
The Wind Empress clenched her fist, saying that if not for protecting Nora, with her impatience, she would have already set out to hunt down the Worm Lord and the others.
Lady of Thunder's eyes flickered with a destructive aura; her killing intent toward the Council of Ten Thousand Clans was even stronger, as a junior she once valued had been killed by the Amethyst Race.
"If Levi ever needs help, he can come to me."
Lady of Thunder was the leader of the Lightning Faction, a ten-ring senior, and relatively young—her entry into Ten Rings Perfection was guaranteed.
