After returning from the White Phoenix base, and separating from AG and Nasira, Garen returned straight to where the Nighthawks were based, a privately-owned estate in the wilderness.
It was several tens of kilometers away from the city, there was the Nighthawks’ surveillance equipment installed everywhere, and there were guards on duty twenty-four hours a day, so it was definitely safe.
In a wide room, Garen swept everything out, leaving a completely empty room, with nothing save the floorboards and the walls.
It was about a dozen meters long and wide, and felt especially vast.
That night, there were the faint sounds of the mercenaries telling tall tales or playing cards, while others snored loudly as they slept.
