"Investigate who exactly this Prince Consort from The North Sea is."
Isabella Warm's authoritative voice came through the receiver: "Mad Dragon can't possibly be dead. He's the Holy Master; if he were killed, the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance would have been in turmoil by now. But strangely, our Holy Master seems to be cooperating with this Prince Consort and has yet to come out to refute the rumors. Moreover, Seven Clouds Academy has vanished from the world."
"Leander, I have something to report to you." Devlin walked out of the crematorium, lighting a cigarette with Ansel Danvers' ashes.
Blue light flickered at the tip of the cigarette.
Indeed, the ashes emitted a faint glow.
