Messages Brought by the Wind

The Hero Association's monitoring room was in complete chaos.

The heroes on duty urgently deployed every nearby drone, conducting a carpet search of the surrounding area. Yet there was no trace of Hyacinth anywhere. Even magical detectors could not locate her uniquely distinctive magical fluctuations.

"North Wind One! Please respond!"

Nightingale kept calling Hyacinth over the radio, but the channel contained nothing but the echo of her own transmission. No further response came from Hyacinth.

It was as if she had vanished from the world in an instant. Even Meteor's Psychic Ability could not sense which space she was in—or rather, that space simply did not exist in Meteor's perception.

"What exactly happened just now? Why was there such severe interference all of a sudden?"

Thousand Eyes rubbed his aching eyes, retracted his Psychic Ability, and sat down to rest as he questioned the colleagues beside him.

"The front-line investigation team's drones are gathering telemetry data, but they may not be able to obtain complete results," Messiah said calmly as she deployed personnel at the front through the command terminal in her hand.

"Thousand Eyes, you should know that our research into magic is extremely limited. On top of that, Hyacinth used a magical suppression device from Heartmoon Fox, so the chances of collecting relevant data are minuscule."

"Yeah, that makes things troublesome." Thousand Eyes sighed. The dizzying effects of the magical interference had eased considerably, and only then did he open his eyes again and look at the people before him.

Nightingale was still calling Hyacinth. Messiah stared at the command terminal with a furrowed brow, her expression growing increasingly grim.

No one knew whether Nightingale's plan would work, but at the very least, it had successfully taken its first step: Hyacinth had indeed disappeared with that pile of