Darian walked out of that house calmly. Outside, he was met by a sea of people gathered, waiting for him.
"All the Heavenly Elemental Spirits that were spread out purifying the miasma slowly have returned. They're all here now," Lucy said softly to him.
Darian looked at all those figures staring at him with a peculiar expression. Since the White-Blooded depended on that race, they had prioritized finding and bringing them here as soon as possible.
They had also acted smartly over time, creating distractions to fool those hunting them — pretending they still lived in random rifts scattered across the Trunk World.
Of course, after a while, some people started getting suspicious, but whether by luck or fate, they never found the entrance to that refuge.
The White-Blooded were only a hundred thousand; the Heavenly Elemental Spirits numbered six hundred thousand, all born from one of the five natural elements.
