Late at night, at the Chelyabinsk Inn, Edward, with black hair tied in a ponytail, was drafting blueprints. Suddenly, his body shuddered, and the charcoal pencil in his hand veered slightly, leaving a jagged trail on the paper.
He lifted his head, looking in the direction of Berlin, and frowned imperceptibly.
Just now, he had felt his avatar collapse... No, rather, it had been erased.
Edward had received no information from his avatar, which was unusual. Normally, even if his avatar collapsed, there would still be some message sent back.
"There are indeed deities protecting Berlin," Edward muttered to himself as he put down the charcoal pencil, stepped out of his room, and knocked on Marvin's door next door.
"What's the matter?"
Soon, Marvin opened the door, wearing pajamas and holding a scripture from the Heavenly Revelation Church, with a kerosene lamp still burning on the desk. He, too, had not slept.
"I need to step out for a bit," Edward said.
"Where to? What for?"
