High in the sky, the fierce wind howled.
Two figures stood side by side, gazing at the distant cityscape.
"Lady Maisy, do you think the Star Alliance can withstand the attack from the Dark Throne?" the middle-aged man on the left couldn't help but ask.
A gray robe enveloped his entire body, giving off a sense of emptiness below the waist. Occasionally, a strong breeze would lift the hem, revealing a gathering of mist inside, with nothing else visible.
"Why not?" Maisy countered.
Cyril said, "The Dark Throne has sent Youxi to act this time. He is one of the most hopeful candidates in recent years to become a Wizard of the Robe in the Dark Throne, a power not to be underestimated."
Maisy remarked casually, "Sunan is equally remarkable. Someone who can establish a Wizard Influence on the Starlight Continent won't be easily defeated."
"That's not wrong," Cyril didn't refute this point.
