Boer did not see Qin Ran until more than a dozen hours later.
As he stepped out of the tent where the Mist Church received visitors, Boer could not help raising his head to look at the gloomy sky.
The occasional flashes of thunder and low-hanging dark clouds all told people that terrible weather was approaching.
By this point, most people could no longer tell whether the thunder was real or whether the War God was enraged.
However, no matter what it was, life had to go on.
The Plague had been contained.
Aitandinburg had regained its vitality.
Yet whenever people looked toward the grand cathedral of the Temple of the War God, their expressions became strange.
Some things could not be concealed simply because one wished to hide them.
Especially when someone was deliberately fanning the flames.
Had 2567 been involved?
Boer asked himself.
The answer was yes.
He could even say that 2567 had probably been the main force behind it.
But when facing a god...
Hopefully, nothing unexpected would happen.
Boer silently prayed.
He admitted that 2567 was strong.
He was among the very best even in Giant City.
But no matter how strong he was, he could never be a god.
Only Gods could deal with Gods!
This was an acknowledged truth.
If it was that person...
Boer could not help thinking of the woman who had brought him into his current predicament.
She was a terrifying existence.
So terrifying that when he thought of her, the first emotion he felt was not wrath, but fear.
Boer instinctively tightened his coat and temporarily cast aside his memories of that woman, beginning to consider the road ahead.
He would complete every task he could and follow in the footsteps of 2567 and the others.
What he had