Perhaps because the Twilight Church belonged to Chaos, and because he happened to be Chaos's "messenger," Cheng Shi had a favorable impression of this scene bathed in the setting sun's afterglow.
The sun was slanting toward the horizon, stretching the reflections of people and objects long across the dusk. Cheng Shi's shadow alone was tattered and torn, resembling a kite that had sprung a leak.
Compared to his shadow, Cheng Shi himself was less battered, but still in an utterly miserable state. His mental power had been burned away by the scorching breath of war, leaving him unable to use even a trace of Healing Art on himself.
He stumbled into a small alley, and his figure soon vanished into its shadows.
A few breaths later, a figure appeared atop the alley's roof. Zhao Xishi furrowed her brows slightly as she observed for a moment. When she saw several passersby repeatedly glance back at the alley, the corners of her lips curled into a smile.
Historians who reconstructed the past through history understood best how to piece together clues. They might not be as skilled at tracking as Hunters, but as long as they caught the slightest trace, they could likewise deduce their target's location.
Clearly, a stranger had entered the alley.
But Zhao Xishi did not rush in. Instead, she took out her history book and altered Redicor's history, causing the passing pedestrians to suddenly turn around and enter the alley one after another.
Only after they safely emerged from the other end of the alley did she nod, confirming that the Fate Weaver was at the end of his rope and no longer had the strength to set traps there.
"No wonder he ran so fast. Looks like the fire of war really burned through his defenses."
Zhao