Taketsu City.
Several days later, Ryugan Arakuro led his men back to the clan's seat of power.
Despite not having fought any enemies on the way, strangely enough, all color had drained from the faces of these Magi. Their eyes looked bleak and hopeless.
Could they be blamed? After all, what they had witnessed in Kokumotsu Town was far too vile and brutal. Most of these young Magi had completely lost thier will to fight. They wanted to have nothing to do with the battle against the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult.
Arriving at the grand gates of the city, Ryugan noticed something strange. There was a foul stench in the air, and a lot of the residents of the city looked troubled. Very troubled.
Fearing the worst, he quickly rode up to the nearest guard and asked, "What's the matter? Was the city attacked?!"
The guard immediately straightened up when he identified the man. "Reporting to Elder! No, the city hasn't been attacked!"
