He had just experienced the feeling of things staying the same while people changed in the Other Shore, and in the blink of an eye, he was experiencing the opposite here in the ruins of Lairding.
Back when he had explored this place with the Witch, they had described it as a silent dead zone beneath the warm sun.
It looked sunny, but in reality it was being ravaged by vast, distorted forces.
Now, things were clearly different. Even the surroundings were gloomy, and the sight alone was oppressive.
It was as if the mist that had once shrouded Lairding's outskirts had finally rolled all the way in.
Fu Qian naturally didn't think this was merely a change in the weather.
"The commotion earlier was indeed a bit much, but things aren't as bad as they seem.
"It wasn't caused by anything from the stars. It was merely a reaction from some force left behind in this world. I even know who it is."
The knight's reliability was truly reassuring, but as the Witch confirmed this, she also indicated that things weren't quite so dire.
"Kill it?"
Fu Qian's suggestion remained as blunt as ever.
"Something like that dying could attract attention. Though this place probably doesn't hold much value anymore for those who brought about its destruction."
The Witch's response was just as striking. She pondered the matter without a hint of concern about whether they could kill it, focusing instead on the potential problems afterward.
"Then we kill it and bring it back as a puppet? There's a good chance that'd save us even more trouble later."
Fu Qian indicated that it was no problem, checking whether the Witch had any inhumane methods.
"That shouldn't be a problem. This would indeed be a better way to handle it.