Agatha already had her idea. Now all she needed was to contact Clyde and arrange a meeting.
She just hoped he wasn't in the middle of a battle right now—that would be troublesome.
If he was fighting, he would definitely ask her to help and she'd be forced to comply. That was something she would rather avoid.
With a sigh she leaned back on the chair next to the merchant who sold the Nytherium Core.
She still can see the glow from the artifact pulsed faintly beside her as she pulled out a small metallic black square device from her coat.
She channeled her magic power into it.
The runes etched into the device lit up one by one, forming a connection request.
Minutes passed but nothing happened.
She clicked her tongue, irritated.
"Where the fuck is this guy? Is he really fighting right now?" she muttered, scowling. "Seriously, Clyde…"
Left with no other choice, she waited.
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Meanwhile, deep within the ruins of a long-forgotten world, Clyde was mid-hunt with Asqa.
