Chapitre 415: Chapter 419: Is this road impassable?

The fog had gradually invaded the Second Waterway, where the hazy, chaotic mists floated near the ceiling of the sewer corridor like veils, giving the impression that the deep and thick roofs had disappeared and that the sky was slowly engulfing the Second Waterway.

The short man wrapped in an old coat hurried through the strange and silent corridors of the sewers—decades had eroded his body, and for many years, he had been unable to move swiftly as he was doing now. Yet for some reason, on this very day, at this very moment, he felt his body lighten again as if youth had returned to his frame, and the aches in his joints and the weakness of his muscles had vanished.

He picked up the pace, the large wrench in his hand no longer as heavy as it was at the start. He quickly passed through corridors and crossroads from his memory, racing determinedly toward a direction he could no longer clearly recall but one that felt unmistakably familiar.