A figure streaked across the boundless night sky and came to a stop above the thin clouds.
Beneath him lay the glittering lights of a prosperous city.
Even several hundred meters in the air, he could still faintly smell the music of stringed instruments and fragrant breezes drifting up from below.
"Saint Saim City truly deserves its reputation as the famed Art Capital." Its artistic atmosphere could be said to soar straight into the heavens.
The man in the sky lowered his head and sighed. His gaze swept over the city before finally settling on the only street below that appeared dim and dark.
The shadow dived down, landing soundlessly in an empty, gloomy alley.
Accompanied by the tap-tap-tap of footsteps, he emerged from the deep alley. At the intersection was a pile of burning deadwood, and by the firelight, the newcomer's face could be clearly seen.
Red hair, golden eyes, languidly handsome.
It was Angel after using a transformation spell.
Angel looked around. This was a long street that had been scorched by fire.
The place was a complete mess. Not only was there burning deadwood at the intersection, but the houses on both sides of the street still had scattered points of rekindled fire, along with all manner of ruined black remnants burned into charcoal. Even in the air, dazzling Flickering Sparks still drifted about.
A pungent smell permeated the entire street.
A stone-brick house on the left had been preserved relatively intact. On the street sign set into its soot-stained wall, he could make out several charred words: Cypress Street West Alley, 1–349.
This was Cypress Street, adjacent to the palace complex of the Silver Heron Royal Family. It had once been a corridor of art, yet now it had become a field of ruins.
Angel let