Communications still had not ended.
The final message sounded from the nameplate:
"Spellcraft predictions indicate there may be survivors in Blue Mountain City. Please go and confirm the situation."
"A new mission is being arranged. Please keep an eye out for the latest mission briefing."
Only then did the nameplate stop vibrating.
"There are survivors," Gu Qingshan said.
"Come on, let's go see. We might be able to get some information," the crow said at once.
"All right," Gu Qingshan replied.
The two rose into the air and flew toward Blue Mountain City.
The apocalypse had delayed them, and they had failed to reach Blue Mountain City in time to provide support. This time, both of them pushed themselves to the limit, hurrying there as fast as they could.
A few dozen breaths later,
they dropped from the sky and stopped before a city engulfed in flames.
"The fire's intense," Gu Qingshan said.
He swept his divine sense over the entire city, his mood growing heavier by the moment.
The scene inside was like hell.
"There's one survivor."
Leaving those words behind, Gu Qingshan vanished from where he stood.
The crow gazed at the unending flames stretching across the city, unfastened the Thorn Sword, and pointed it forward.
"The power of fire belongs with this sword," he murmured.
When the incantation ended, boundless flames flew out from the city, rushing toward the Thorn Sword.
A sea of flames filled the sky, all drawn into a slender, spike-like sword.
Blue Mountain City was no longer burning anywhere.
The entire city lay dark and charred.
Corpses were everywhere.
Some were even the mangled remains of high-ranking professionals.
Only then did the crow fly into the city to look for Gu Qingshan.
He soon reached a collapsed church.
Gu Qingshan stood before him,