Chaos City.
Hanks's home.
Reed's Four-Man Group had long been waiting there.
Yesterday, someone from the Witch Clan had informed him that Hanks was nearing his end.
When Reed and the others arrived at Hanks's home, it had already been decorated into a sea of white.
The reason for these decorations was something An Kai had said countless years ago, during a chance discussion with Hanks about life and death:
"Back where I come from, when someone dies, we decorate mainly in white. It symbolizes that the deceased lived a clean, blameless life."
Hanks had taken those words to heart.
And so, at his request, his home had been decorated into a sea of white.
In the courtyard.
His eyes tightly shut, Hanks lay in his wheelchair, leaning against the shoulder of Widow Wang, who crouched beside him, his breathing faint.
Widow Wang had held this position for an entire day and night. She felt no soreness; instead, she felt that time was passing far too quickly.
So quickly that she had not even had a proper chance to talk to Hanks.
Feeling Hanks's faint, slightly warm breaths against her shoulder, Widow Wang's heart ached. Her eyes had long since turned red.
Tears had left dried trails across her delicate face...
What good was Spirit Infusion?
What good was finding a way forward for the Witch Clan?
Life and death were tearing them apart, and her beloved was fading away.
Yet she could do nothing.
At that moment, Widow Wang felt utterly useless, despite being the Witch Queen of the Witch Clan!
"My queen... Tower Master Wayne of the Spirit Infusion Tower has arrived."
A witch quietly approached Widow Wang. Though she, too, was unwilling to disturb her at a time like this, Wayne's standing could not be slighted.
Even