As if the Silent Fog were some tremendous discovery, the magician rapidly absorbed all the memory fragments from the corpses before shooting straight up into the sky. After reaching an altitude of several hundred meters, he then made a sharp right turn toward Northern Wind City.
Ange and the others didn't move; they knew that the magician would surely come back because...
Soon enough, the magician flew back, plucked the red-glowing Magic Wand, and flew off again.
Negris then sarcastically remarked, "Do you think he did that on purpose or did he genuinely forget? Is your reputation so formidable that it scared him like that?"
The God of Life looked perplexed; it didn't know either. 'Silent Fog'? It had never named anything that.
