Path Migration

Two days later, Santa Monica Bay had returned to its usual calm.

Caw, caw, caw!

A streak of black light from the south and a large flock of crows from the north arrived here one after the other and joined up.

The leading giant crow in the flock fluttered and transformed into a middle-aged Great Shaman wearing a feathered crown and painted face. He stood respectfully in the air and nervously explained to the beautiful lady who had arrived before them:

"Lady, our deepest apologies! The Sky Knight patrols within the Garratt Duchy have grown increasingly strict lately. Things are somewhat better on the East Coast.

But to reach the West Coast, we could only cross the entire continent first, then travel south along the coastline from the north."

To his surprise, Yeher, Lady Crow, who stood elegantly beneath a floral parasol, showed no intention of holding them accountable. She merely waved a hand.

"Mm, be more careful next time. It is about time. Begin at once."

In the past, she might have severely punished subordinates who delayed her plans, and she would have been indignant at the increasingly overbearing conduct of the Garratt Duchy.

But now, her face bore only serene indifference. The reason was that she had already seen a broader world and the limitless possibilities of the future!

Among the many Totem Gods of the New Continent, Yeher had always been the one most receptive to foreign cultures. Though the Mourning Church she led had always been something of a mishmash, it was still far better than those stubbornly unchanging peers of hers.

Especially after she had connected with the Disease Angel, her recent plotting in Kamsid City alongside the many evil powers to overthrow Cabral had elevated both her horizons and understanding beyond all comparison with