At this moment, in Heaven City.
Sherlock, draped in a Parthia-style robe, stood beside the pool in the city center, gazing intently eastward.
It was not quite according to the previous agreement—Sherlock had not, as planned, escaped Holy Spring City with everyone just before the last moment.
Back then, the idea was simple... Refugees would escape Paradise City in batches, carrying water as they left towards Rock Cellar City. Meanwhile, he would remain with the Water Fragment of the Geometric Celestial Marshal to continue guarding the city.
With him here as a guardian, no one would dare raid the city. Sherlock could also use his mana to continuously provide a clean water supply.
For the first few days, the execution of this plan went off without a hitch. People left in an orderly manner, and Sherlock successfully deterred several waves of raiders.
But when he was about to evacuate, something unexpected happened.
