Melita has departed.
The refractive field concealed the massive body of the dragon, and a sudden source-less gale swept through the skies of Cecil Castle. Amidst the clouds and daylight, distortion ripples briefly flashed past, yet except for a handful of strong individuals and sentinel towers specifically designed to detect magic stealth units, no one knew a dragon had visited this city.
Gawain stood in front of the Magic Guide Technology Research Institute's gates, gazing up in the direction of Melita's departure, and only after a long moment did he retract his sight.
The Inverted Tide Empire… Ultimate Tome… Knowledge stolen from satellite clusters…
He carefully reminisced on the newly gathered intelligence, sketching outlines of gods and ancient history in his mind. After prolonged contemplation, he shook his head with a smile and turned to look at the Magic Guide Technology Research Institute behind him.
