Upon hearing the news of the death of the K-faced person, Lord Yeli Dong's mood did not improve by much.
He slowly closed his eyes, his fingertips tapping the armrests of the wheelchair again and again, with magnificent red and blue streamers emanating from his fingertips as the center, rippling like raindrops on a lake.
These ripples swept over the military and core districts, echoing back across the scarred earth, as if collecting some kind of information, attempting to piece together the past of this place.
But unfortunately, all traces of battle at the fortress had been erased, leaving no usable information to analyze.
The young man in the wheelchair rubbed his temples with a slight headache, lamenting that plans could not keep up with changes. Now, not only was the East Victory Fortress plundered, but all the treasures on the K-faced person had been lost in the Space-Time River.
