Pulmoath.
The abandoned city district.
Atop some high-rise building.
From here, the view perfectly captured the abandoned church.
William was crouching in the shadows, focusing on the building, his eyes burning with suppressed flames: "Bran... Is this the place?"
"That's right. Uncle Bran wasted his precious opportunity to appreciate the beauty just to scout the area for you, and though he found no hidden meeting, he did discover an evil lair... Oh righteous youth, hurry up and form your adventure group, flatten this evil base, and let the whole city sing your praises."
Chirped the White Tower crow jumping around on his shoulder.
"Shut up, have you read too many adventure novels? I'm just a second essence user. Even though I have a beef with the 'Bloodrobe Club', they could easily crush me!"
William said with a disgruntled expression on his face: "I can, at most, play the part of a concerned citizen and report it to the Investigation Bureau…"
