"I feel very uneasy."
In Central City, the Western Kingdom's Prophet looked at the shattered cup on the ground, a strange feeling rising in his heart.
His name was quite long; people generally didn't call him by his name but instead referred to him as Long Eyes because his eyes were extremely slender, resembling those of a fox.
Beside him was the commander sent to the Secret Realm battlefield by this country, who had been discussing the next strategy with several others, but was drawn by the sound of the cup hitting the ground.
"What's going on?"
Dropping a cup was normal, but if it fell from the hands of the Prophet, that was a different matter.
"There's something wrong."
Long Eyes' expression was very serious, "I feel as if something has happened at the rear, but I'm not too sure."
