After an unknown period of time, Nightingale slowly opened her eyes.
Beneath her nose was the fragrance of the earth, a smell so pure that only primitive soil could have. She tried to lift her head and saw that as far as her eyes could see, there was an empty field, and the city had disappeared without a trace.
Did she… succeed?
Before Neverwinter City was built, there was not a decent city in the west. It was normal for the wilderness to be everywhere.
An irrepressible sense of joy welled up in Nightingale.
But she knew it was too early to celebrate.
There was a certain degree of uncertainty in this kind of travel. There could be an error in the location and time. Until she reached Border Town, she could not be considered to have succeeded.
"I have to determine my location as soon as possible."
