In the almost suffocating silence, the tavern keeper moved his palm away.
An invitation letter lay quietly on the counter. The Calamity who had just been boasting trembled in disbelief, and something broke through from the depths of churning memories.
The familiar handwriting and the exclusive anti-counterfeit mark were exactly as remembered.
"That's impossible..."
The tavern keeper tapped the invitation letter. "I know you don't believe it, but Floating City's unique anti-counterfeit feature, that melody no one has ever replicated-I think you should still recognize it."
As his finger moved away, the invitation letter slowly unfolded, and a voice echoed through every corner of the tavern.
"Floating City has reappeared. The time of upheaval has arrived. All beings who wish to change this are welcome."
That brief sentence was like a ghost returning after years of death, forcibly whipping up a gale in the wasteland of hearts reduced to ashes.
For reasons unknown, none of the Calamities touched the invitation letter. Only dark, inscrutable storms brewed in their eyes.
The tavern keeper pushed the invitation letter to the front of the counter, his gaze sweeping over his customers' varied expressions.
"This is something I came across by chance. There should be more in the future. Whether it's genuine or fake is for you to judge.
As a gesture of sincerity from this tavern, whichever customer is willing and able to take this invitation letter may have it. I have just one request: whether it's real or fake, please send me word."
With that, the keeper turned around to fiddle with his liquor cabinet.
The atmosphere in the tavern instantly grew delicate. This was no easy thing to take.
If some being had laid a trap, they might be fools walking straight into it.
After all, Floating City's destruction and the