"But that lord said the True Creator has already gone mad. Going any farther... would be no different from suicide."
"Don't worry. I'm not a fool, and I don't want to die. I just intend to go as far as I can and take another look. I can't stand still out of fear when hope is right before my eyes."
"Derrick."
Colin looked at him earnestly and said, "Whether I return or not, the future of the City of Silver will be in your hands."
Derrick immediately panicked. "I... how could I possibly be capable of that?" he asked anxiously.
"Not being capable now doesn't mean you won't be in the future."
A faint smile appeared on his usually grave, stern face. "You've done very well."
Derrick froze, then suddenly understood something. The Chief must have known long ago that I forsook the Creator and chose to believe in another god.
Tap, tap, tap.
While Derrick's thoughts were running wild, footsteps suddenly sounded, accompanied by an unfamiliar voice:
"Afternoon Town doesn't seem any different from the last time I came."
"Oh, it just occurred to me... it doesn't seem to have been that long since my last visit."
"That's true."
Whoosh!
In an instant, everyone inside had drawn their weapons and prepared to face the enemy. They would attack the moment the Chief gave the order.
Colin shook his head, signaling for everyone to stay calm, then went to the entrance and pushed open the decaying stone door. A man and a woman approached. The girl was looking around curiously, while the man wore an indifferent expression.
Those concealed in the surrounding buildings were all astonished. They could naturally tell that this man and woman weren't from the City of Silver, so where had they come from? Were they really