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It started to rain.
The raindrops were large and heavy but sparse.
From the way passersby were seeking shelter, it seemed the rain had been falling for a while now...
Yet Annan and his companions were utterly unaware of it.
It was as if they had just entered into another world...
"Is it an illusion?"
Salvatore asked in a whisper, hand on Annan's shoulder, "Is it... that person?"
He had already developed a certain level of trust in Annan's wisdom.
"...Doesn't seem like it."
Annan said slowly.
Because it made no sense.
If Gerald could easily create a barrier that isolated onlookers and the elements, and it went undetected by everyone—even the top graduate of the Black Tower hadn't realized—it would be meaningless.
Then he could have easily separated and killed the two of them already. If the disparity in strength was that great, then scheming and vigilance would have become pointless.
"How much do you know about this person?"
Annan asked suddenly.
