"Hey, hey, are you there?"
"Hey?" Inside the room, the Alchemist of Ragnarok listened to the empty wind sound from the other end of the Communication Crystal, his face turning a bit somber as he looked at his colleagues, gently shaking his head: "Can't get through, maybe that unlucky guy got into trouble, or perhaps the Shadow Throne's people have been wiped out."
"The Shadow Throne's people had an incident with our Clockwork Fairy, probably with little chance of survival," someone replied, frowning, "there's about a ten-minute communication blackout during revival, do we just wait around during this time..."
"So Flame, what about your Clockwork Fairy?"
A young man scratched his head, looking back: "It's going to take some time to slip past the big shots of the Alchemist Alliance, right, boss? Besides, the opponent struck so cleanly, it's probably the work of the Alchemist Alliance, should we be more cautious?"
A moment of silence.
