Wind Sand Islet's nights were truly desolate. Most civilians had flocked to the southwest and western districts, so when moving through the maze-like streets, one could only faintly hear the clatter of iron boots as guards patrolled.
From high above, one would probably see that half the city was brightly lit while the other half lay in darkness.
In the dark half, only the scattered flames held by the guards provided light. In the night's stillness, they were especially vigilant; the slightest rustle could set their taut nerves on edge.
Not to mention that the group before them had no intention of concealing themselves. The guards exchanged glances before calling out, "Who goes there?"
"It's me!"
From the darkness beyond the reach of the firelight, Uha answered gruffly, "Rowe, I need to ask you something."
Every patrol captain had been personally selected by Uha. They could be considered minor leaders, and Rowe was one of his most trusted confidants. After all, Rowe had once been brothers with Monka in the same mercenary company.
Rowe was a smart man. Realizing that Uha had sought him out in the middle of the night because of some secret, and that such matters were unfit for his subordinates to hear, he gestured for them to continue patrolling and walked over to Uha.
The firelight spread with his footsteps, and only then did he see several people standing behind Uha. Some were unfamiliar faces,
while one was Shedskin, the psionics master known to everyone.
But hadn't the boss always been at odds with this master?
Why were they mixed up together today?
Seeing two sworn enemies together, he instinctively felt that something troublesome had happened. He hurried over and asked, "Boss, what is it?"
"That night, I handed all the bodies over to you for