Weather forecasters predicted a clear sky today, but the entire Dantes was covered with thick dark clouds. What was the matter? And the matter was that the clear weather contradicted one person's plans, so he forced it to change! It was enough to spray a few tons of cloud-forming reagent in the right place, and it was in the bag.
High above the capital, where neither reconnaissance from the ground nor reconnaissance from the sky can look - in the thickness of the clouds - a pterodactyl soared, and a guy sat on it in a lotus position with his eyes closed. It was Ken, of course.
{The time has come.} – Lovr's eyes flashed. He created a clone (to retreat), forged the development with a bracelet, used several nephrites with a powerful concealment technique sealed inside on himself, used his own concealment technique and jumped off.