A soft evening breeze blew toward them.
Soren walked in a cloak near the port of Port Tyler. The naval fleet of Port Nyanzaru was docked here, but none of these officers and soldiers recognized him; instead, they were busy tallying the prisoners transported this time.
The Sixth Fleet of Port Nyanzaru had recently broken out into a small-scale conflict with the navy of the Duchy of Rosado.
Victory undoubtedly belonged to Port Nyanzaru!
"Brother."
Standing beside Soren was Vivian in a pink cloak, her hood hiding her features that would inevitably bloom into peerless beauty in the future. She tightly grasped Soren's palm and said softly, "Why does it feel like so much time has already passed!..."
Hearing this, Soren smiled slightly, gently stroked Vivian's little head, and said softly, "Indeed, a long time has passed."
"Almost two years."
Both of them were in disguise, as if they did not wish to alert the soldiers of Port Nyanzaru.
Vivian gazed into the distance and said softly, "I miss Amber City a little, and elder sister Anyali. I wonder what Amber City has become."
In the blink of an eye, two years had passed.
The Time of Troubles was also drawing closer to its end.
The deities had all revealed their traces in the mortal realm, and the battles to follow would become increasingly intense.
Hearing this, Soren fell into silence. Vivian had never returned to Amber City, but this city had truly fallen into decline.
He said softly, "Anyali? She should still be in Amber City. I once saw her once; she opened an orphanage in the ruins of the Temple District."
"We can take the opportunity to visit her on this trip."
Soren calculated the time.
According to the original historical progress, the fall of the Lord of