C199 A Bloodcolored World!

In the inn, he sat in a chair, leaning against the cold wall. Despite the cacophony of noises from outside that could almost shatter eardrums, a profound loneliness settled in his heart.

He resisted being swept along by the current, yet found himself doing just that.

As a peak mage of the Fourfold Mountain, Zopyrus never felt the chill of early winter.

But in that moment