Chapter 397: Chapter 401 Fog?

At the center of the City-State, at the highest point of Frost, the Silent Sanctum stood solemnly atop the mountain, its foreboding silhouette made all the more oppressive by the gloomy weather, as if silence added to its suppression. Its array of spires stood amidst the mist, like thorns and blades, overlooking the entire city.

A tall figure, conspicuous among the crowd, strolled across the square in front of the church as if he were just an ordinary tourist, casually surveying the surroundings.

Before long, an elderly gentleman, dressed in a dark brown coat and exuding a scholarly and gentle demeanor, emerged from the crowd and walked straight toward the tall figure.

Having spotted Morris coming through the crowd, Fenna quietly moved to a relatively secluded spot.

"There's nothing unusual around the church square," Fenna leaned against a streetlamp, her eyes on the church's main door nearby, speaking softly.