The Empress

"The strange occurrence earlier must be the will of the masses in this Fractured Reality..."

Nathan said, his voice cold and steady as though drawing a calculated conclusion.

"They're warning us..."

Nathan added.

Ivaim blinked, confused.

"Will of the masses?"

Nathan's eyes narrowed as he shot Ivaim a sharp glance.

"You're seriously this clueless? Who's your Reality Master? Possessing such powerful abilities but not even teaching his Walkers the basics?"

Ivaim frowned, slightly defensive.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Nathan crossed his arms, his expression stone-cold.

"It means your Reality Master isn't doing his job right. You should tell him to promote my son's Walker Ranking while he's at it."

Ivaim blinked, baffled.

"Eh? How'd you figure out Reves is under the same Reality Master as me?"

Nathan's lips thinned into a grim line.