Suddenly, rain began to fall. Only moments ago, the moon had been bright and the stars sparse—or rather, it had only just endured a terrifying ordeal as horrifying as the apocalypse.
People walked through the streets, reaching out to touch the misty drizzle as it slowly descended. As they felt the rain soak them, they seemed to begin forgetting certain things.
All across the streets of the Fog Capital... everywhere in the city, scenes like this could be seen.
People stared blankly at the sky as they stood in the rain, gradually losing consciousness of themselves... the elderly, men and women, children, and even pets.
Something seemed to be darting through the rain... darting quickly—figures dressed in black robes.
They moved through every corner of the city, holding magic wands that amplified magical techniques as they began waving them at the damaged buildings and streets.
A strange spectacle could be seen:
The collapsed buildings and shattered materials began floating up piece by piece, then rapidly returned to their original positions... Once the materials had been reassembled, not even a crack remained—they had been restored to their original state.
The potholes and damage in the streets began to fill in... The damaged public facilities also gradually recovered, as if repairing themselves.
The technique being used was a special one called the Restoration Incantation. As for those casting it, they were naturally the Magician Corps that had arrived this time.
"Move faster! We need to repair every damaged part of this city before sunrise!"
The person directing the magicians transmitted his voice to all of them.
"Don't worry about the consumption! The Queen of Britain will reimburse all the Mystic Crystals we use! We may not have participated in the battle this time, but we still need to let Britain's knights see