Tonight there was a moon, a silver moon engulfed in a purple mist, resembling a disc.
Under the moonlight, Ivan arrived at Old Orio's home, and what caught his eye was a gruesome battlefield. A great portion of the estate bore traces of scorching and destruction—clearly not the work of a knight. No wonder Old Orio's bones were nowhere to be found.
He took a deep breath, imprinting the scene before him into his heart, both respecting and envying the sorcerer's methods.
Minutes later, he arrived in front of Bat's Eye Medical Hall.
The doors of the medical hall were left casually open, and the space where the signboard should have hung above was now empty.
Ivan looked around and found the signboard lying on the steps beside the door, the place where he often ate his packed lunch. The signboard was bent, nearly snapped in half.
