*What the hell! Every Mezorel plant here is burned. Are they now aware of my presence?*
Meanwhile at the Haslita plains, where various flowers bloom, Loic searches for Mezorel leaves to treat Argos's wounds, but every Mezorel plant he encounters is burned to dust. Suddenly, the view he sees is distorted, turning everything into jelly except himself. Not for long until he realized who would do that kind of thing.
"Isn't this the right way to introduce an opponent?" Loic asked.
"Hello, fellow general, or should I say, traitor. Woah, look at what you've been through! Does hell hurt like hell?" A man in robe asked with a smirk.
"It seems that your detective work has paid off, Gredsyg. Do you want to settle the business with me? You already got what you wanted back there. If not for me, you wouldn't become an affiliate."
"Oh, no, no, no. That's just the old times. Now, I'm here to do things… personally."