Something... feels off.
A moment ago, several people were safely inside the Order Bureau, and the next, they found themselves in this unfamiliar environment. Intense ether waves enveloped the surrounding area, storm clouds rolled with thunder, gradually advancing from the sea toward the cliffs.
It was like a gloomy gray iron curtain, continuously compressing people's living space, facing it alone was enough to feel an overwhelming pressure bearing down.
Not to mention in that storm, countless twisted and bizarre figures were intertwining, leaping, with the faint sound of sharp, dreadful screeches.
After a brief haze, Palmer's mind completely cleared up. He walked to the edge of the clock tower, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and overlooked the dire castle built along the cliff.
"That's right... we've reached the Wind Source Highlands, this is the Clarks' dwelling, the Fortress of the Morning Wind."
