Xio felt that the speculation flashing through her mind was somewhat unreliable... Did terrorists these days even know not to harm innocent people?
Perhaps the other party was merely taking revenge on Mr. X and had no intention of causing a large-scale massacre. That was why they had deliberately created panic, making us gathering participants leave early?
Or perhaps they felt there were too many Beyonders at the gathering, making unexpected developments more likely...
As her thoughts drifted, she heard the howling wind above her. Dark clouds began piling up beneath the sky where the Crimson Moon hung high.
Rumble!
A streak of silver-white lightning cut across the night sky, and raindrops the size of beans came pouring down.
Xio hurried beneath a nearby eave to shelter from the sudden downpour. Standing on tiptoe, she glanced toward the gradually dying crimson flames on the neighboring street, then left without looking back.
Wutong Avenue. On the second floor of a bar not far from the house where the explosion had occurred, Tobias, dressed in a black formal suit and a half-top hat, calmly watched his handiwork.
As the torrential rain fell and the fire weakened, he removed his hat, pressed it against his chest, and gave a slight bow toward a spot in midair concealed by the night.
As he straightened, a pebble the size of a fingernail crumbled between his fingers.
A flash of dark blue light passed by, and his figure vanished from before the half-open glass window.
In the air churned by the roaring gale, an imposing middle-aged man rapidly approached.
He wore a dark blue priest's robe. He was powerfully built, with deep blue hair that was nearly black, thick, short, and standing upright. Lightning and storms seemed to be brewing in his eyes.
Upon nearing Wutong