Plymouth.
Ruined District.
Atop a high-rise somewhere.
From here, the abandoned church was perfectly within view.
William lay prone in the shadows, watching the building, suppressed flames burning in the depths of his eyes. "Bran... is this the place?"
"Yes. Lord Bran generously gave up his precious opportunity to appreciate beauty to scout the area for you. I didn't find any secret gatherings, but I did find an evil den... O righteous young man, quickly assemble your adventuring party, flatten this evil stronghold, and let your glorious deeds be sung throughout the city."
The White Tower Crow on his shoulder hopped about as it cawed.
"Shut up. Have you been reading too many adventure novels? I'm only a Second Primordial. Though I have a grudge against the Blood Robe Club, they could crush me as easily as a bug!"
William said with a miserable expression, "At most, I can be a concerned citizen and report them to the Investigation Bureau..."
"Speaking of those blackcoats..." Crow Bran cawed again. "That person from before had something wrong with him... He smelled like a blackcoat, but the way he acted didn't quite match."
"So... an investigator doing private work? Or a former investigator? A fallen investigator?" William thought it over, only to find there was not much he could make use of.
"But this has little to do with us. Let's go... I need to visit the Grand Library and acquire more knowledge, to prepare for opening the Third Primordial..."
He rose to his feet, preparing to leave.
Just then, a violent explosion suddenly erupted from the direction of the dilapidated church.
"Something happened?"
He hurriedly dropped to the ground, staring warily toward the church.
A burst of sparks shot into the sky. Flames swept outward as smoke and dust roiled, ultimately forming