Black Tower, 99th Floor.
“—Dahahaha! How do you like the cloak Sejun gifted me—Poison-Immune-Cloaked Seven-Star Firen?!”
Tier’s purple dragon statue fluttered its purple cloak with wind magic and boasted in a smug voice.
“—Puhahaha. That’s cool, but it’s no match for my Flame-Plated Seven-Star Calsade that Sejun gave me.”
Ramter hurriedly dressed his own dragon statue with the armor he wore on his main body and proudly showed off to the other clan leaders, using a light magic spell to make it gleam and shine.
“—These guys… seriously…”
“—At this point, if you haven’t received a gift from Sejun, it’s just pathetic.”
