Fated Battle

In the depths of the airship, Phelan and Korman were enclosed in their cabins as they recuperated from their injuries. However, their spiritual senses had spread outwards as they keenly observed the confrontation between Marcus and August. Their cabins were not far apart, so they communicated through sound transmission. Although they did not open their mouths, they were both engaged in a discussion right now. At this point, they were observing how Speed Demon had unleashed his domineering aura on every Apprentice in sight. 

"Sorcerer Korman, you didn't put Speed Demon Marcus to this, did you? Isn't your Sariel Clan going a little too far this time?" 

"Haha, you insult me, Phelan. I am not interested in the affairs of Apprentice Sorcerers. Marcus is one adamant lad. Even I cannot tell him what to do. He is acting on his own, not on the Sariel Clan directive. I was assigned by my clan to guide him as a Sorcerer, nothing more."