The woman with white hair stopped walking and turned her head slightly.
Her eyes moved to the huge man beside her.
"Vargan," she said coldly. "You're here?"
Her voice was calm, but there was no warmth in it. "What do you want in this place?"
The red-haired man glanced at her and broke into a wide grin.
His shoulders shook as he let out a low laugh.
"Hah. Then how about you, Sarona?" He shot back. "What are you doing here?"
He crossed his arms, muscles bulging. "Why is the matriarch of the renowned Shivera Clan strolling around the God Archipelago?"
Sarona's brows knit together just a little.
She looked away, eyes sweeping over the distant islands.
"I'm merely taking a walk," she replied. "This place appeared suddenly and changed the balance."
She paused. "A new power formed from the fusion of the Avenora Clan and the Revalis Clan."
Her gaze sharpened. "I wanted to see how capable they truly are."
Vargan snorted. "Tch. Always judging."
