A new day has arrived and the rainfall hasn't calmed yet, Laken and his companions are now departing from the Emperor's Domain.
The Empress of the Balakh Empire, Marielye Nerwingilm wanted to give them the entire chest of one million gold although Laken only accepted the ten percent of it which is one hundred thousand golds. Xenon bickered about it since his greedy switch has been activated but Laken gave him the usual silencing head-chop.
"It seems you're changing the prophecy of the Wise Elf of Ancient Flugel..." Marielye muttered under the breeze of wind.
"Are you telling something?" Laken pretended he didn't hear it.
"No... it's just your will is unchanging and changing at the same time. The Eye of the Beholder couldn't see your future. In the first place, only us holds our fate."
