There was a degree to which common sense was supposed to make sense.
Some things just exceeded mortal reasoning.
And from the vantage point of a mortal, it may not necessarily be transcendent knowledge or celestial revelation.
It may just be that… it makes no sense.
Because it is practically impossible.
This was the perfect explanation that could be given to what Northern had just said.
Undid his invisibility?
That made absolutely no sense!
Reno was one of the Afkon’s generals. Although, he wasn’t with their group and only arrived in Stelia in the fourth year.
He was special in a way.
His ability, while it may not boast overwhelming combat prospects, had unrivaled usefulness in stealth.
And because of this, Afkon had grown especially fond of him.
Reno could sneak up on practically anything, even a sleeping maelstrom.
And when he became a Master, much more changed. He could even completely erase his presence from reality.
He could walk, speak, and pick things up… no one would know he was there.
Whenever he erased his presence from a plane of reality, and not even Helena, who was extraordinarily perceptive, could notice him.
And yet this guy… this guy casually said:
“I suspect I may have dispelled his invisibility…”
Helena’s brows came together, tense and conflicted.
This was the greatest nonsense she had heard in a while.
And Reno? Reno was on the ground, writhing from the heavy smash just now.
What was even that? The way he carried him as if he was a ragdoll and smashed him onto the ground like he wasn’t applying a reasonable amount of force.
Reno might not boast tremendous combat prowess, but he was a Savant!
A Maverick-rank Drifter was no joke!
In Reno’s case, who had a fragile physicality, he still surpassed every regular drifter.
Helena grimaced.
This person had to be a Master.
There was no other explanation.
First, she had to settle with the fact that what she thought was a frightening monster was an actual human, a Drifter… on that course of thought, she couldn’t help but wonder:
‘Where did he get the armor? What horror did he fight?’
Secondly, Raven… this little worm… was said to be her teammate. How could she have this strong and… and…
Helena’s face became as red as a tomato as she unbelievably stared at Northern’s pale face.
‘How… how can someone be so handsome?!!!’
On the inside, she was burning, freaking out, but on the outside, she was as calm as water, face reddened though, and eyes fixed on Northern, who stood aloof after saying what he said.
The situation was almost awkward for a bit as Helena stood in prolonged silence and kept staring at Northern.
Raven then made a slight movement which sort of jacked her out of her head.
She swiftly turned her head to the said ‘little worm’ and said:
“Is this your team? The ones that will become Sages when you come back…?”
Raven was silent for a while; she was either taking her time to reply or trying to provoke Helena.
After a couple of seconds, she responded:
“Not just that… I am sure you would have noticed… that one of the rifts is gone.”
Helena frowned slightly.
“I figured your stronghold had started taking them down one by one.”
Raven nodded.
“Indeed, it was our plan… but before we could, someone single-
handedly conquered one… a tier V rift…”
She raised her head and looked at Northern, who was fixed on his opponent that was standing, then she added:
“…and as a walker.”
Helena staggered back a little, unbelief breaking out on her wild face.
She squinted her eyes.
“That… that is impossible. It makes no sense, theoretically and practically. Even a Master would find it hard to seal a tier V rift, and you are telling me someone did it as a walker?”
Raven smiled, her face warm. Then she nodded.
“I was as freaked out as you when I saw it too… we entered the rift to bring him out. Everything had already ended.”
Helena observed the dead serious look on Raven’s face.
Raven was so simple that you would find her face readable if she was lying or bluffing.
Although, Helena also knew that she wasn’t the kind to bluff or lie. This claim of hers, however, was just too unrealistic to believe.
But Raven’s eyes showed no doubts or dishonesty.
Helena thought for a while, then asked cautiously:
“What rank is he now?”
“Drifter.”
Immediately, a laugh broke out of Helena’s lips. It was a laugh of unbelief.
‘This is just absurd, really absurd.’
She turned and looked at Northern, narrowing her eyes.
He, the subject of the matter, slowly, seductively in Helena’s eyes, turned after making sure that Reno wouldn’t be standing anytime soon.
Helena immediately turned her face.
This defied all common sense!
He was probably a kid, and she was an adult; she couldn’t have her heart jumping for a…
‘Wait, wait, wait… isn’t this thought already going too far?!’
Helena let out a prolonged sigh and stood akimbo, dropping her head for a while before looking at Raven… with a frown.
“Are you serious?”
Raven replied:
“I have no reason not to be…” she paused and looked at Helena, “are you inclined to see the possibility of our quest?”
Helena arched her brow and looked at her for seconds that seemed to prolong into a minute.
She then looked away to Northern.
“Honestly, until now, I think you are just being reckless… but you are walking with a Drifter who seems to be a very strong proof that anything can be possible. This makes the chances of success rise, even if it is by a barely noticeable percent.”
She folded her arms and looked at Raven.
“But no, I still think you guys are about to get yourselves killed.”
She lingered for a while, then with a suspicious look, asked Raven:
“Hey, you worm. Where the hell are you going? This journey of yours that makes you so certain that you’ll be Sages when you come back… where is it?”
Raven was silent for a while. Then she looked at her with a dangerous black spark igniting in the depth of her eyes and said:
“The Sleeping Mountains…”
Immediately upon hearing those words, Helena’s face paled. She began to sweat bullets, even.