After speaking, Ronan left without giving Nono Pelin another glance.
Still maintaining his outstretched hand gesture, Nono Pelin's sincere and hopeful smile solidified on his face.
He watched Ronan's fading figure, his smile gradually receding and his eyes growing darker by the moment.
Standing in the shadow of a round metal building with a pointed top, there was no longer any light around him; he seemed to completely merge with the shadows.
It's hard to say how much time passed.
Expressionless, Nono Pelin stepped out of the shadows, resuming his bright and dazzling appearance.
He walked in a certain direction. In the distance, a duel was still ongoing at the Battle Square, but he bypassed that bustling area and headed towards a quiet, deserted area.
This place was the very bottom of the Seventh Magic Ring's Silver-white Tower, from where one could clearly see the square-shaped tower body flashing with countless Rune Formations.
