Chapter 199: Master and Disciple
A man's footsteps echoed through the empty streets as he walked along the white stone pavement.
His hands were clasped behind his back. His black robe, closed at the neck, stood out against the pale buildings around him. As he looked around, he seemed neither hurried nor disturbed by the city's silence.
He raised his right hand and adjusted his glasses. His gaze moved from the white towers to the faceless statues lining both sides of the road. The doors of the houses were closed. No light shone through the windows, and no smoke rose from any chimney.
Even the large fountain in the middle of the square was dry.
"How interesting," he murmured.
The city was orderly, as though its residents would return one day. Yet Toven could sense no sign of life in the streets he walked through. There wasn't even the sound of a bird's wings or the movement of a small animal among the stones.
