Atop the highest spire in the City of London.
The Evil Spirit Du Wei sat silently.
With one hand propping up his chin, he looked down at the hustle and bustle below.
Suddenly.
As if sensing something.
The Evil Spirit Du Wei closed his right eye and, when he reopened it, there was an unusual fluctuation in his pitch-black pupils.
"Akaret..."
"Veda Sect Cultists..."
"The only difference between you in the Victorian Era and you two hundred years later is the extent of your power."
"Beyond that, I see nothing about you that shines in my eyes."
"All I see is sheer ignorance."
While speaking.
The Evil Spirit Du Wei leaped down from the spire.
His body plummeted rapidly.
Cutting through the air, it caused a loud whooshing sound.
Many pedestrians below witnessed this scene and screamed in horror.
But the next second.
The Evil Spirit Du Wei vanished.
The bystanders gazed blankly at the ground and then up at the sky.
For some unknown reason.