When I arrived at the back garden, I halted my steps. Raising my right hand, I scratch the back of my head, letting out a sigh.
"I might have overdid it..." He muttered weakly.
The garden of varied, colorful flowers had now reduced to mere debris of what it was before. Stone and dirt were everywhere. With guards from the Dungeon City authority and the knights of Layver family still working around the scene: some were moving the debris, while others were noting something.
Gyllena had reported the incident as terror attacks from an unknown group of people, using the corpses of the cultists as the evidences. I was the one who instructed her to hide the truth, of course. The Dungeon City was not ready yet to face the Abyssal New Gate as a whole.
I hadn't get that weapon, and 'he' also hadn't awakened his Magic. Revealing their existence now would only provoke their Grandmaster to move, which would mean the end of the Dungeon City.
