The evening sunlight filtered through the glass, cascading onto the brown desk and creating stripes of bright yellow light.
The study was tranquil, the only sounds being the occasional, subtle whistling of the cold wind outside and the rustling of paper pages being turned.
Moments later, Colin sighed as he set down today's Council announcements and the newspaper, slowly standing up.
"Still no information about the battle the day before yesterday."
The vivid red figure suspected to be a Divine Believer, the battle intense and swift as lightning... had cast an inexplicable gloom over Colin's heart as he stepped out of the bookstore.
In the following two days, Colin had been paying close attention to any follow-up news.
However, apart from the rumors amongst the townsfolk, it was as if nothing had happened at all—no further movements.
Just yesterday, he even made a trip to the School, attempting to inquire with his mentor, but Atbolde didn't even know about that battle...
