"Lady Despair was going to hold a large-scale Sacrifice Ritual in the East Borough...?"
Sherlock Moriarty's words left Angel briefly stunned.
She could see that he was in the ruins on the outskirts of the East Borough that she had left not long ago. The stone pillars and collapsed dome were all too familiar.
"So Panacea's so-called 'major operation after the New Year' was actually a lie to deceive me. She must have seen through my identity as an infiltrator, so she used Lies to keep me steady, let me leave first, and then directly began their Grand Plan..."
Angel understood it all in an instant. She shoved open the carriage door and, under the coachman's astonished gaze, scrambled up a three-story building by the street, vanishing into the thick fog.
"Hey, miss, aren't you going to the North Borough?"
Ignoring the shout behind her, Angel stood at a high point and swiftly swept her gaze over the East Borough, which was almost entirely low buildings. The smog had grown even worse. Though it was relatively better up high, her vision was still restricted. She could only make out a few faint clock towers or church domes in the distance, along with pale yellow fog that seemed to stretch endlessly away.
No, one patch of it was not normal smog!
Her Potion-enhanced vision instantly focused on a mass of fog that was clearly different from the rest. Black streaks mingled with the pale yellow mist there, like rust, like congealed blood.
Low coughs and cries seemed to be drifting from there as well, but ordinary sounds could never carry so far. It was a warning from Angel's spirituality, telling her that place was the very center of danger, disease, and death.
That was her new destination.
"Click—"
Angel pressed the