Meanwhile, back in the central town of the Grafted Cluster, Bulren found himself pacing back and forth, worry etching deep lines into his face. It had been a few weeks since Hestu arrived to help him, but he had made no progress in uniting the Grafted Cluster into Flarecorp's banner.
In fact, he was gradually losing his influence in business as everything related to commerce was being swallowed up by the Reborn company.
Hestu had just returned from Batchrock Town, having reported to his King to expect good results in the Grafted Cluster. But the sight that greeted him upon arriving at Bulren's mansion left him stunned—Flarecorp crates were just sitting around in the warehouse, gathering dust.
"What's the meaning of this?!" Hestu screamed. "Get me Bulren. Now."
Bulren entered the warehouse with anxious steps. He bowed as he greeted Hesu, but the man didn't seem to be in such a good mood for pleasantries.
