Thalen and Eli approached Northern after a couple of minutes. By this time, Northern was already preparing to start his journey to the Dark Continent.
Eli, with a languidness that suited his face, smiled at Northern.
"What are we going to do from here?"
Northern bowed respectfully to both of them.
"I have divided my people into three groups, and if it's alright with you, I'd like everyone divided into these three teams. First, we'll need all the Paragons to face the Origin. My subordinates will take on the Tyrant—anyone is free to join his team, but he's quite insufferable and vicious..."
Northern glanced back at Revant.
"So I don't advise it."
Eli looked at Revant, who stood alone in a corner, silent and unreadable.
"He does look passively hostile... and sort of resembles you. Or is it just me?"
He asked, looking at Thalen.
Instead of responding, Thalen faced Northern.
"What will the third team do?"
"Naturally, they'll protect the Continent... and prepare for the worst."
