"So, the ruins on the Southern Continent?" Wei'en asked, his expression shifting.
"We'll see. If I have any news, I'll contact you through that card." Menor pointed to the black card in Wei'en's hand. "Take good care of it."
"Yes, I understand."
"Also, if you don't have anywhere to go for now, head to Avad Island. It's the Black Pearl's public base of operations. We'll rendezvous there."
"Alright."
The words had barely been spoken when he saw Menor tear open a spatial rift. Violent turbulence tore through the studio, leaving behind a web of fine cracks, like shattered glass.
"Until next time, Wei'en," Menor said, pulling Kleia along as he stepped through. "I look forward to fighting alongside you!"
Wei'en pursed his lips as he watched the two disappear from the studio.
'Avad Island, huh?'
'Sigh... The original plan was to go there, pay the Black Pearl's passage fee, and then head south to the Southern Continent. Now...'
