But the change Casio was expecting did not occur.
He cast his eyes towards the ruins of the church, and Mian also gazed in that direction. Casio moved closer to the fire step by step, making a splash as his black boots hit the ground.
The shattered rocks made the streets rough and uneven.
Crack.
His foot stepped on a triangular tile, Casio stopped moving. He did not get close to the church ruins, but kept a distance of at least several meters. Therefore, if any accidents happened suddenly, he could evade danger by reacting quickly.
Phew...
The smell of the flames burning under the special gasoline was unpleasant, and the hot waves mixed with the cold black rain. The sensation on his face was both cold and hot, making one want to blink.
The airflow blew past his ears, and between the howls of the wind, other sounds seemed to be mixed in. It was as if someone of unknown gender was whispering, telling a story.
