Dawn came, and his crying family went to sleep. Mirani never told them he would leave tonight because he knew they would bombard him with questions. So instead, he left the shelter and walked the lonely street toward his shop.
Mirani Tate gave a soft hum in the dim street, which resonated through the sleeping city. There were no tourists, and most residents moved away rather than seeking to rebuild a destroyed city. However, those who remained were the core of Kera.
His shop was on Agiler Street, one of the few streets famous for beginner-level dungeon equipment. Unfortunately, it was struck by one of the mana beams from one end to the other, vaporizing the shops from the face of the earth.
As he walked among the rubble toward his shop, Mirani reminisced about opening this shop with his father. At that time, he hated every second of it, as his father wanted him to continue the family line, but Mirani refused to become a dungeon explorer.
