Getting to know Caesar and Tangere in the private channel had also given Aerin a new perspective on her own future. She made a quiet promise to herself: she couldn't just coast by anymore. No more being dead weight.
Good. Wait for my arrival.
On another corner of the Survivor's Platform, the Clown, who had fled the Titanion Realm, was in a conversation.
Witch, he typed. I've found a new world. It's rich with resources, teeming with life. We should team up and carve out a territory for ourselves.
His clash with the human Saint had taught him a hard lesson: he couldn't secure a foothold in the Titanion Realm on his own.
Not free.
The reply was blunt. A flat rejection. The Clown wasn't deterred. He knew she was currently helping some faction with a full-scale realm invasion.
You might have misunderstood me. I don't mean right now. I mean later, when you're free and looking for a new project. We could cooperate.
