At the Goddess of the Night Church in Lane Village, Cruno studied the intelligence gathered over the past two days, focusing on the inspection report from North Point Cemetery. He had just returned from the cemetery and was struggling to hold back his grief.
He could not let Clint die in vain!
As the only two survivors of their Nightwalker Squad all those years ago, Cruno and Clint had shared a deep bond. Yet Clint had still died, because Cruno had failed to protect him.
Suddenly, Cruno's hands paused over the papers. He sensed a trace of spirituality fluctuating inside the church, an obvious, deliberate leak. Someone had entered the church, and their presence did not belong to a Night Watcher.
Who could it be?
His body tensed abruptly. Then someone was already standing behind him, without making a sound.
"Cruno, long time no see."
Upon hearing the mysterious visitor's voice, Cruno abruptly relaxed.
"Paul, I never thought they'd send you."
Cruno did not look to see who stood behind him, but hearing that voice at a time like this, he knew it was someone familiar: Paul Targett, a Nightwalker of the Nightfall Association, known as Smoke Ghost.
Paul Targett, elusive as smoke and ghosts.
"It wasn't easy getting here. Evil incidents have been occurring rather frequently in cities across the regions lately, and the Gatekeeper has been keeping a tight watch. It's complaining about being tired, so even we Nightwalkers can't use that door whenever we please."
Paul spoke with a smile. He and Cruno were old acquaintances. Back when they had both been Nightwalkers, their squads' missions had overlapped, and they had gotten along fairly well. He also knew what had happened to Cruno.
It was a shame about Cruno's talent. Simply being able to live normally after