After a fierce battle, the sky darkened.
Black Street remained shrouded in deathly silence.
Alvitte led the Law Knights toward the center of the street. Rubble lay scattered at her feet, and the lingering stench of blood filled the air.
Faint light occasionally reflected off the slightly damp flagstones, like a stretch of land soaked in tears.
Yet without Black Mist running rampant,
even if the atmosphere remained heavy, there was still a little more hope in the air.
"..."
Alvitte advanced along the main street through the ruins.
Heller followed behind her. The Suffering Walker moved with steady steps, his figure carrying a grim, chilling air.
Occasionally, injured civilians raised their heads from the ruins and watched them from afar.
The old man sighed before drawing in the martial aura around him.
Walking ahead, Alvitte turned her head and surveyed the ruins.
"Mr. Heller, the Abyss School has already been defeated. But since they were able to infiltrate the Royal City, there must be even greater forces hidden behind them."
Heller did not answer immediately.
His gaze swept across the shadows between the ruined walls on both sides before he spoke.
"Even if Adrian is not in the city, these people only managed to seize the Royal City temporarily by taking advantage of a surprise attack. Sooner or later, they will have to give it back. It is difficult to imagine such a reckless move being the decision of a single faction. Therefore, I believe they must have a goal they absolutely need to achieve, rather than merely this Black Street."
Alvitte said nothing.
But her hand had already gripped the hilt of her sword, her tense fingers revealing her caution.
Inside the Believer Base, Linsey knelt before a severely wounded youth and treated the bone-deep wound in