Luna Sutton knew Kael and the others were cheeky and unlikely to behave, so with a grand gesture, she simply stored them in her spatial ring.
Everyone stared in bewilderment, but didn't press further.
Meanwhile, at the entrance of Sky-mist Canyon, Great Shaman Ignis Fawkes led a group of elite Phoenix Clan Warriors, cautiously weaving through the poisonous miasma.
The two Tenth Rank Tributors walked beside her.
They had intended to fly straight in, but the miasma was too thick in Sky-mist Canyon, blocking visibility and making flight dangerously reckless; they could only proceed on foot.
Celestia Fawkes was wrapped in a cloak, her body rotten and swollen, finding even walking a struggle, yet she stubbornly insisted on coming along.
She loathed Luna Sutton to her bones—not only did she want to watch that filthy female die with her own eyes, she wanted to peel her skin off herself.
