Giant City.
On the street where Evil Wind had been banished.
Lawless, Hans, Cole, and Levin the Recluse split up to search.
Unfortunately, aside from confirming that Qin Ran and Mimosa had abruptly vanished from here, they found not a single clue.
The four returned to the crossroads, exchanged glances, then turned toward the Harvest Tavern.
They hoped the others would find something useful.
Pairs of eyes flickered as Lawless and the others left.
Then, one figure after another slipped into the darkness.
Although they did not know what had happened here, the auras that had erupted earlier were enough to draw everyone's attention.
After all, one of those auras belonged to the Flame Lord.
As for the other aura?
Most people were puzzled.
A small number were intrigued.
Only a select few knew the truth.
Aislyde the Swordsmith fell somewhere in between.
He knew a little, but not much.
That was why he had come to find his friend.
In the barren land that had once been the edge of Giant City, the Swordsmith moved swiftly, stopping when he reached a structure that looked like an unfinished building.
Dust and rubble lay everywhere. Whenever the wind blew, dust filled the air.
Even the robots that worked around the clock struggled to clean this place.
That was because the dust and rubble came from the surrounding unfinished buildings.
Aislyde stepped inside.
Immediately, he felt the ground tremble slightly.
The surrounding buildings began to expand and contract, as though breathing.
Countless fragments and clouds of dust fell from the unfinished structures, covering the ground in an instant.
As luck would have it, the wind picked up just then.
Dust blew all over Aislyde's head and face.
"Ptoo! Ptoo, ptoo!"
"Bu Dong!"
"Is this how you greet a good friend?"
"Don't forget,