From this phenomenon, the weak point here, though not as magnificent as the one in East Sea City, also had alarming aggressiveness. In just a short time, dozens of towns in Fal County had been completely swallowed up.
On the edge of the buffer zone, atop a trench surrounded by hills,
stood a still silhouette, with an exceptionally heavy aura.
He had a head of red hair, as if flames were burning, wore a long trench coat, and donned a golden ring on his hand. At this moment, his thumb was rubbing the complex, uneven patterns on the surface of the ring. This was a small, continuous gesture that the Chief Inspector of the Black Mechanism made when faced with difficult problems or when feeling uneasy and restless. If he was simply pondering some issues, he would only spin the ring, not constantly rub it.