Lumian swiftly assessed the surroundings, taking in the scattered gas street lamps and their flickering crimson flames. In the distance, figures moved about cautiously, but none dared to draw near. The individuals up ahead couldn't even open their eyes due to the blinding glare of the "sun."
In this situation, whether it was the suspected Loki or the "passerby" who had sung that aria, there was no sign of either of them.
"Son of a sow, did they just vanish into thin air?" Lumian couldn't help but curse under his breath, his anxiety and anger mounting.
Had they fled without even engaging in a proper battle?
Did they disengage once a single strike failed?
