The blazing sun hung high, and the Blade of Heavenly Condemnation gleamed.
The Blade of Heavenly Condemnation, Castrum Kremnos's finest attraction, now hung high above the city, radiating dazzling light.
The avenues of Castrum Kremnos teemed with people, bustling with life.
Golden torches lined both sides of the avenue, burning fiercely.
"Where the hell did you bring me?" Yan Huan stood by the roadside, carefully surveying his surroundings.
Judging by the landmark buildings, this was the Castrum Kremnos of old.
Back then, Castrum Kremnos still had many citizens, and the Blade of Heavenly Condemnation hung above it like the midday sun, proclaiming the prosperity of the City of Strife.
"Castrum Kremnos... so this was what it looked like before Aegle closed her eyes."
Castorice gazed upon the radiant scene before her, deeply moved.
"The city of warriors. Its grandeur truly lived up to its name."
"Lord Yan Huan, we first need to determine which era we have returned to."
"The memories collected for Mimi all pointed toward the end of the Golden War. Perhaps we can use that as a basis for deduction..."
"Whatever. Every era is unfamiliar to me." Yan Huan walked straight ahead, stopped a Xuan Feng tribesman, and asked:
"Buddy, where's Nikadori?"
"???" The Xuan Feng man he stopped froze for a moment before looking at Yan Huan with disdain.
"You there, do you have no manners? You should ask, 'Where is the honorable Lord Nikadori at this moment?' Not toss out a few crude, careless words!"
"What's the difference?"
"There's a huge difference!!"
"Ah... sorry." Castorice hurried to Yan Huan's side and apologetically said to the increasingly angry Xuan Feng man:
"There may be something wrong with his nerves. Please do not take offense."
"Actually, we are all believers of Lord Nikadori. We came to Castrum