Ryan stood in front of Impr's only rebuilt tower.
With exactly one hundred floors, the building reached high toward the sky. Fitting of a skyscraper, even looking up at it from the ground gave a sense of dizziness.
It was currently nighttime, and there was practically no one in the area.
The absence of humans created a gloomy atmosphere.
'But just in case...' Ryan looked around and lowered the hood over his head tightly.
If someone saw a man disappear into thin air, it would surely cause a disturbance.
In the case that he gets caught on the surveillance cameras here and there, a little anonymity would be useful.
Although he didn't care about enemies throwing themselves at him, surely he wouldn't want his face to appear all over the country and on all news stations for whatever reason, be it the one that destroyed Impr, the one that dismantled Abaddon, or both.
He wasn't keen on gaining that sort of popularity.
