The Black Angel quickened his pace, progressing faster than Watson had anticipated, with many supplies still remaining.
"This is both a sanctuary and a cage; they cannot leave the World's End even half a step, or else the Watchers will lock onto them and kill them."
Lorenzo looked ahead and sighed.
A greater amount of breeze came sweeping through, stirring up drifting snow and causing a burst of agitated sounds.
In an instant, the silent world shattered, yet Lorenzo did not feel bad about it. The oppressive weight in his heart lightened with the sound, as if he had stepped out of a dead world and returned to mortal life.
The Silent Sea had kept everyone suppressed for too long; at this moment, Lorenzo unexpectedly missed the life in Old Dunling, along with those awful restaurants with unpalatable food.
"Attention, everyone, the journey ahead will only be more dangerous."
