As night fell, only a few scattered people were on the streets; among them, a man and his dog stood out.
Another day had passed. William suddenly stopped, overwhelmed by an indescribable mix of emotions.
Exhausted, confused, having achieved nothing...
During this time, he and Gefis had traversed nearly all of Ovando City. They had covered the wealthy districts, the common areas, the port's commercial zone, and even the squalid docks where fishermen and porters lived—they had explored every accessible place.
But still, he had not detected the scent of the red candle given to him by the Lord.
He was reminded of the sheriff ordering him to do pointless tasks, and a sense of distrust crept in once more.
The shock of discovering back then, upon opening the door, that even the sheriff was a member of an evil cult—that memory remained vivid even now.
Whenever he thought back, it was always the sheriff's badge and that ghastly grin.
