The central part of the Shadow Mist City Barrier was once a cluster of mutated buildings, now left with nothing but endless blackness, resembling scorched earth after a war. A black figure stood amidst the ashes, with specks of gray falling off its armor.
The black-armored knight spoke, his voice sounded old and frail.
"I have something to tell you..."
Both people tensed up at the same time. "Captain?" "Macrow?"
The old man turned around slowly, his withered face stiff like it was on the brink of death, then slowly blossomed into a prank-fulfilled grin.
"I mean, how about not putting me on this time's press conference, alright?"
Loneless took a big breath, angrily swinging his cane: "You old rascal!" "Just joking, old friend. Oof, don't actually hit me!" The old captain quickly dodged. The Dawn Knight watched the scene with a smile, and asked, "Your Majesty, are you well?"
