The leaden sky was oppressively gloomy, its weighty darkness spread across the heavens.
The faint rumble that came from the clouds inspired him.
"The lay of the land is no good… but the timing might be."
The youth muttered to himself, "Lucky for us that South Ridge is often cloudy and rainy—there's still room to maneuver."
Ian suddenly smiled, "Not bad. Time is on my side!"
—It seemed that he, the Prophet, was due for a bona fide divine revelation!
Green Tide didn't understand what Ian was talking about, but he could tell that Ian had come up with a solution—this was how the other was, be it in the South Sea Great Labyrinth or at other times, he always found a way to resolve crises.
