In the depths of the ocean, there was an unnamed small island.
On a huge rock by the shore stood two people, one in front and one behind. The one in front wore a mage robe and leaned on a Magic Staff; the one behind wore armor, carried two swords on his back, and stood with a respectful attitude.
The waves surged, yet they did not submerge the small island.
Demons ran rampant, yet they seemed not to notice them.
As the tides crashed in again and again, the mage in front asked flatly, "Still not here?"
The Sword Master behind him answered with a respectful face, "I don't know."
The mage grew angry. "You don't have a way to contact them?"
The Sword Master still replied respectfully, "We can't connect to the Star Spirit Network here, so we can't receive any messages."
"Besides the Star Spirit Network, there's no other way to contact them?"
"There is, but I don't know how."
"You…"
