The seasons transitioned leisurely beyond the Anberxal Harbor, the increasingly dense forest began to cover the green hills, and the excavation work outside the harbor couldn't completely hide the news. Ever since the craftsmen wizard from Bujia left, rumors about the Sky Blue Spear began to spread.
"Truly a troublesome autumn."
Wood rubbed his temples, staring at a sheet of letter paper on the mahogany table. The paper was snow-white, a premium product from the eastern Cruz, near the forest border of Clover Field. The corner of the letter still had a faint scorching scent, a unique trace left by magical fire. This imprint, before it was erased, should have been four pairs of spread-eagle wings, representing the Flame Temple—or rather, the highest-level confidential document of the Cruz Empire.
