Mel and the Sword Apostle

"We're dealing with events from ten thousand years ago. We'd better not interfere too much, or there's no telling what impact it might have on future developments." Kain sheathed his sword and rubbed his forehead.

"I know that, of course. Didn't you see the mask I'm wearing? Still, I couldn't help interfering with a few things. They weren't major matters, but I hope they won't cause any consequences." Mel pointed at the white mask on his face.

"Are you waiting for someone? We may need to find Azuk before we can return to the original timeline."

"Are we leaving now?"

"What? Do you still have something to do?"

"No... I met someone from this era who knows Mountain Style. He wears a mask too, and I suspect he might be the legendary Sword Apostle." Kain remained where he was. He did not want to leave without saying a word.

Besides, given their identities, finding Azuk in this era would clearly not be easy. If they had the Masked Man's help, it might be much simpler.

The Sword Apostle?

Mel instantly broke out in goosebumps. He still had no way of confirming the Sword Apostle's identity. If he could meet him here, he might be able to obtain some useful information.

The other party wore a mask too. Could the Sword Apostle also be someone who did not belong to this era?

Could the Black Robed Prophet be the Sword Apostle? When the mana rain arrived, was it the Prophet or the Sword Apostle who came with it? Mel's thoughts returned once more to that rainy day in Oak City.

His Magic Perception had not been that strong at the time, so he had not noticed the mana rain. If he could experience it again, perhaps he would be able to