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Meanwhile.
On the side of the road leading from Tafulin Town to the Imperial City Tamriel, several covert operatives were lurking, though they all wore expressions of anxiety at the moment.
"Do you think, why hasn't there been any news? Could something unexpected have happened?"
A few minutes after the intense witchcraft fluctuations ended, the sandstorm gradually subsided.
Logically, their personnel should have quickly retreated and passed through this area.
But until now, there hasn't been a trace of them.
"It shouldn't be possible, after all, the one who went out this time is the strongest legend, Lord Harold." Another companion also looked puzzled but, after thinking for a while, dismissed the possibility of an accident.
After all, in his view, the chances of Harold encountering an accident were almost zero.
