Night.
The plains outside Delan City.
A streak of gray light cut across the sky, then quickly descended, landing on the ground.
"Boom!"
A sound rang out, dust slowly rose, and a figure stood up from within the dust—it was Richard.
Smelling the earthy scent of the dust in the air, Richard furrowed his brow slightly and pressed down with his hand, rapidly increasing the air pressure around his body to push the rising dust back to the ground, clearing his view.
After doing this, he looked ahead, locking onto a seemingly ordinary empty space.
That was the entrance to the Truth Society's Delan Branch base, because he had come here many times, he was already familiar.
Taking steps forward, he reached out to open the door and walked down the steps.
Walking through the long corridor, he appeared in front of a room's door, and without hesitation, knocked on it—this was Canon Steward's office.
"Knock knock knock!"
"Come in!"
A response quickly came from inside the room.
