Bansy Harbor at night exuded an eerie, terrifying atmosphere. In the silent city that had already become ruins, the dreadful cries of crows and other seabirds occasionally echoed. 🍭♟ 💙ൠ
A ship slowly docked at the shattered pier.
It was a pirate ship. These days, only pirates were willing to visit Bansy.
After the ship docked, someone stepped onto the pier. He was a bespectacled man wearing a black robe with a distinctly classical air.
The robe was embroidered with gold and silver thread and studded with many rice-grain-sized gemstones, making it look quite extraordinary.
The man in the black robe occasionally paused as he walked, as if the robe was uncomfortable to wear. From time to time, he also took out a map to compare against his surroundings.
A moment later, the man carrying a lantern arrived at a building that had already become ruins.
In the open space at the center of the building stood a broken wall.
Carved upon it was an octopus monster wearing armor, standing atop waves, and holding a trident.
Suddenly, as though he had sensed something, the man looked up at the sky in alarm.
At the moonless, starless night sky, where there was only deep blackness.
This scene was watched by a pair of eyes.
On a mountain by the coast of Bansy Harbor, amid a stretch of rubble, stood a figure.
He was a young and handsome man wearing black, bloodstained armor, with shoulder-length fiery red hair. ඏ🍧 ☺👮
A blood-red mark like a banner grew from between his brows, and faint traces of decay could be seen on his face.
This was the Red Angel Evil Spirit.
She watched the black-robed man moving about the ruins of the telegraph office as he studied the mural on the broken wall.
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