Today is a busy day... To be precise, it's been hectic lately, so much so that Morrison sometimes feels, before the Order Bureau even attacks, he might die at his post.
The frenzied battle continues, listening to the ever-closer rumble and the waves of ether pulsing, Morrison guesses the Fourth Seat's assault should have reached the Fog Abyss Fortress, but he didn't expect someone to sneak in first.
That's bad news, but the good news is that there are only two of them.
"Morrison!"
Accompanied by Palmer's roar, one alchemy warhead after another fired out, chasing Morrison's figure.
As a Negative Power User, Morrison naturally wouldn't be hit by such a simple gunshot. With a few deft dodges, he evaded all the alchemy warheads, but at the same time, a strange thought arose in his mind.
"Do I know you?" Morrison cursed angrily.
Who is this guy? How does he know his name? And why does his speech brim with such anger towards him?
