"Well… We've tried that," she admitted, her voice tinged with frustration. "But the problem is… We couldn't travel through many of these areas because they are completely flooded with bear tides. Any scouting party we sent was swallowed before they could even reach the next city to plant a portal."
"Why don't you leave that specific task to us then?" the old master suggested. He turned toward the hundreds of elite Purgator experts standing at the back of the hall. "A team of three, how about that?"
He spoke with such casual confidence that it caught the Fox Guild leaders off guard. It was as if he weren't speaking to William's faction leaders, but to his own masters. The group of experts he led all nodded in synchronisation; some smiled confidently, and a few even let out a short, mocking laugh at the idea of the bears being an obstacle.
