The hooded man's figure vanished like a ghost, and when he reappeared, he was already near the fragment.
From beneath the Eternal World Tree above, a dense network of roots had ensnared the fragment, making it utterly impenetrable. Ephemeral silver specks occasionally drifted from the fragment, absorbed by the roots.
"Long time no see."
He tipped his hat to the fragment, bowing slightly as if greeting an old friend. His black and purple pupils shone with extreme delight.
Tens of thousands of years!
Ever since that damned deity captured him within Its world, causing his ship to crash and the most crucial part, the Void Engine, to shatter and scatter across various parts of the world—it had been tens of thousands of years!
The Shadow Merchants, this organization, had been trading and walking across various continents for tens of thousands of years with the true intention of collecting those scattered engine fragments.
