Takxis stood atop the mountain peak, overlooking the Royal City below.
His expression did not change, but Rod felt a great sorrow.
Indeed, his Royal City had fallen.
The once glorious city was now left with only darkness.
All warmth, vitality, emotion, in the end turned into this silence of death.
This pain, Rod could indeed feel it. When he lost companions, teammates, family, it was the same feeling. And this first Saint Heir had undoubtedly lost countless times more than he had, yet he merely remained silent for a few seconds, then calmly said:
"Let's go."
Takxis moved, leaping down from the mountain peak.
Rod followed closely behind, asking: "How do we get in?"
Takxis lightly flicked his finger, and an invisible light enveloped them both.
"Secret Light, it conceals your form and aura, shrouds your soul. As long as you don't look at the monsters or reveal any hostile intentions, they won't notice you."
