In a very icy region of the natural secret realm, across an icy plane, Julian Seir was currently surrounded by three individuals. Ultimately, these fellows belonged to the same guild. They were from the 17th continent. They had found each other eventually as they killed chaotic beasts. They were the fourth, fifth, and sixth ranked individuals. One was a gnome, another was a treant, and the last person was a centaur.
"So, you guys believe in strength in numbers, right?" Julian chuckled. There was not even an iota of fear or nervousness in his voice.
