The gates hadn’t opened yet, so no Light Pillars had appeared at the four sides where the troops had advanced to. It stayed quiet without any new quest notifications popping up. Nothing happened until dawn. Everyone had left, and Orca was the only one standing by my side. Orca was also as quiet as a monk as if it was contemplating or rummaging through its memory warehouse.

It broke the silence by using my language. It wasn’t surprising because even the sparrow near a school sings the primer[1]. I had wondered when it would start speaking in Korean, and apparently, it was now.

It stated, “Not coming. Maruka.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Then?”

“Baclan,” Orca responded tersely.

It was predictable. The Maruka Clan had regressed in exchange for sealing me. Therefore, the Baclan Corps were now taking over the task of annihilating us because they were historically the second strongest after the Maruka. At least I no longer had to deal with the problem of having the entire battlefield being turned into a swamp.

However, it continued,...