Legendary Battle

"Is this an empty city?"

Diya held Sonia's hand tightly, and Sonia swallowed as well, her left hand pressing down on her sword hilt. "Yes."

"But this place is a little too..." Diya felt that Sonia was not enough, so she took Daedalus's hand with her other hand and hid her small body behind them. "Lively."

Unlike how it looked from outside, visibility inside the fog was quite good; they could vaguely make out things more than twenty meters away. And aside from the fog, Nash, this satellite city of Gala City, had not suffered any other natural disasters, such as being flooded or anything like that. Brand-new municipal roads stretched into the city.

The problem was that the roads, sidewalks, and bicycle lanes were all packed with people. Ancient people.

Some wore elaborate formal suits from several centuries ago, with top hats and walking sticks, their cowhide shoes clacking loudly against the flagstones. Some wore floor-length robes that only appeared in period dramas, and even held staffs as tall as a person. Some simply wore beast hides and went barefoot, crawling across the ground like wild animals.

They emerged from the thick fog, striding toward the depths of the city as if on a pilgrimage. They paid no attention to the members of the Four Pillar Gods Church who stood out so starkly in the crowd, and even took the initiative to avoid them. Sonia and the others stood in the middle of the road like reefs in a torrent.

"They are all Artificer Projections," Tello Zan said calmly.

There were almost no artificers who did not know them. They were opponents in battles to the death, teachers who preached and taught, treasure chests full of infinite possibilities, history from the past, and one's own self in the future.