No wonder—the fervor of everyone making their pilgrimage was plain to see.
Although the crystal's warning had come somewhat out of the blue, neither of them faltered for even a moment.
Glancing casually around, Fu Qian had already spotted the building where Yuan Fang used to live.
Their destination was close, and the crystal had been right: this was already the busiest district in Unseen Hill.
People of all kinds, dressed and styled in every imaginable way, along with the humanoid creatures they'd seen on their last visit—every step they took seemed to bring them into a denser crowd.
The same went for the zest for life.
The place had already seemed restless, and perhaps the psychological effect of the new era's arrival was at work. At a glance, everyone seemed a little crazy.
Howling, leaping about, walking around naked, even painting patterns on themselves with pigments and bodily fluids...
The most striking sights of all were the many shattered or even burned-out carriages, and the people gathered around the smoke and flames.
It was still the dead of night, but the scene looked like a bonfire party.
No wonder. A certain clown had once said that all of Unseen Hill was unbearably dull, and carriages were the perfect embodiment of that dullness, constantly reminding everyone of their predestined fate.
Now that they'd finally broken free of all that, it was only natural for people to destroy those things and enjoy themselves while doing it.
Scenes like this grew more and more common the closer they got to the Prophet's Tower, the crowds clustering along the way.
Yet once they actually reached the foot of the building, the crowd thinned again, as though they were afraid to approach their hometown.
All in all, with such a lively scene unfolding, it