As soon as the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, everything in the Holy Wind Cathedral returned to normal.
In a nearby corner, Klein raised his hand to rub his forehead. The corners of his mouth twitched as he mumbled, "If you don't want to give it to me, so be it… But why did you kill my marionette…"
He then took a deep breath before his figure rapidly faded away and disappeared. The time limit for maintaining the Historical Void projection was almost over. After all, a Scribe's imitation of a high-level power had significant differences from the original version. The burden of a Sequence 6 summoning a Sequence 3 was rather heavy. Even if a Scholar of Yore could transfer his consciousness over and reduce the spirituality expenditure, it was impossible for Fors to keep it up for too long.
…
In the outskirts of Backlund, downstream of the Tussock River.
Leonard hid his red gloves and slowly walked towards a certain spot.
