Chapter 67 – Appearance, my good man
The night was still deep, the silver moon spraying thin whispers of light down on Desde City that did nothing to cut through the thick darkness beneath.
In the Outskirts, where Base Operation Three of the Fangs Sect had once stood, nothing remained but ashes and molten rock still radiating a scorching aura even hours after the incident.
And despite the obvious noise and evidence of destruction, no one in the Outskirts was foolish enough to go looking for reasons.
The people there had long since learned to kill their own curiosity. They knew better than most how that small, giddy feeling of wanting to know things you shouldn't could end you before you blinked.
Yet somehow, someone was there. Standing in the middle of the ashes and molten rock, entirely unbothered. Bored, even.
