Kuwaq City.
In the inn, Sifa opened his eyes, glanced at the ceiling, and sat up in bed. He had returned from Above the Gray Fog.
He immediately set up a bestowal ritual. A short while later, two Crimson Demon Wolf fangs appeared before him. Sifa promptly blew the Copper Whistle, summoned the Spirit World Treasure Chest, and stored these important main ingredients inside.
Together with the materials he had previously obtained from the Lord of Storms, the only remaining ingredient for War Bishop was the "analytical dossier of war records."
After sending the Spirit World Treasure Chest away, Sifa did not immediately begin analyzing the dossier. He brewed himself a cup of black tea and let himself relax a little.
"Keeping myself wound up all the time isn't good either. Besides..."
He looked at his palm, which bore obvious burn marks. He had suffered them from the intense heat inside the Demon Wolf's body when he broke into it. "I need to find a Doctor to treat this."
He finished his black tea, grabbed his coat, and returned to the Explorer to find a Doctor to treat his palm.
That night, under the pale moonlight, a gray rat crawled out of an inconspicuous hole in the garden of 160 Boklund Street and scurried beneath the master bedroom's balcony.
A tiny blob of black, paste-like matter drifted down from above. Like an acrobat, the rat caught it on its head, then scurried out of number 160 and into a nearby sewer.
It reached a corner, dug into the earth with its two paws, and unearthed a shard of mirror.
After doing all this, ...
In the inn, Sifa opened his eyes, glanced at the ceiling, and sat up in bed. He had returned from Above the Gray Fog.
He immediately