"...I'm so jealous..."
The two exchanged a look and sighed in unison. They raised their glasses and clinked them together. "To our shitty captain, cheers!"
"...The Mutated Mage, Wei'en Loft! The warrior who dares challenge the Dawn Church!"
"Bullshit! That's only because he has the Ghost Soul School backing him. What other Extraordinary would dare slaughter the Dawn Church's followers so brazenly on the Eastern Continent?"
"Exactly. You think those terrifying zealots from the Dawn Church just don't exist?"
"I'll bet two gold pieces that the next time the Dawn Church makes a move, that Mutated Mage will be thrown into the Deep Sea and fed to the aberrations!"
"I'm in!"
'Such... foolish and phony people...'
A figure shrouded in a black robe sat in a corner of the tavern. His cloudy eyes swept across the room as he let out a low laugh. The sound was hoarse, as if it contained countless overlapping voices.
'The Mutated Mage... after tonight, he'll never be seen again!'
