The days went by, and it was already Saturday night, with less than 24 hours before the next battle against God Zephyros' Avatar commenced.
Currently, Isaac was standing in the middle of the somewhat deserted terminal. After the passengers had departed from their planes, they grabbed their bags and left the airport.
And the ones entering the planes had left some time ago, making the terminal eerily quiet. Then, a soft wind breezed past Isaac, and footsteps echoed throughout the airport.
Tap… Tap…
His mouth curved into a soft smile as he saw a black-haired girl walking down the stairs with a bag in her hand.
After seeing the white-haired youth dressed in winter clothing, she smiled and unknowingly accelerated her pace. Two middle-aged individuals saw the scene at the top of the stairs and sighed in unison.