The patter of rain began to fade behind him, and mushroom spores of various sizes gradually appeared on the ground beneath his feet.
Although there had been a few mishaps, things had gone smoothly in the end.
Lin Jin had never forgotten his main reason for coming to the City of Tears: the Nailsmith.
His own fighting style required no weapons, but the Vessels under his command still lacked suitable Bone Nails.
He could fashion weapons with divine power, but according to the Little Knight's feedback, they always seemed to lack something.
Lin Jin did not understand, but he could accept it.
Perhaps, having been born in Hallownest, they simply could not get used to weapons from elsewhere.
And so Lin Jin had no choice but to seek out the Nailsmith himself. He would take the opportunity to get a proper look at Hallownest's unique forging techniques.
"I wonder if there's still a Nailsmith here before the Infection breaks out."
The gap in time was too great for Lin Jin to be certain. As he walked toward the little hut in his memory, he thought back to his encounter with Marissa.
He had not expected the songstress to be attacked by people from the Soul Sanctum, but considering her circumstances in the game, perhaps that had been her true cause of death.
In other words, he had inadvertently changed the game's story, even if it was only the most insignificant part.
But he had done it all the same. Just as with his plans going forward, he did not want to stand by and let the tragedies he knew about unfold.
What was the point of possessing power if he refused to use it?
Still, he was ultimately an outsider. Recalling the madness of the Soul Sanctum after Hallownest's fall,