Compared to the robust and formidable Cassandra, Lann had no idea how Phoebe had changed over the past year and a half.
For someone like him, this plague was at most just a slight taint in the air.
But for ordinary people, it was death itself.
He only hoped that the little girl who dreamed of a grand adventure wouldn't succumb to the plague halfway in Athens.
Cassandra watched Lann's movements and chuckled, then nimbly dashed toward the residences along the street.
She could climb steep cliffs by relying on just one joint of her finger, supporting her whole body's and her equipment's weight.
Moving through the city's residences was like taking a stroll for her.
Rong Buqiu followed from behind, standing at the edge of the street, looking up at the building before leaping up, one jump at a time.
Cats were natural climbers.
The two, alongside the cat, sprinted across the rooftops of Athens' residences, while Icarus occasionally called from the sky, guiding their direction.
