The streets were filled with people. Most of them were looking up in silence.
Garen followed the crowd and looked up as well.
There were thousands of White Dragonhawks and Giant Hawks forming into a circle in the sky, prepared to attack the countless creatures outside at any moment.
"Oh right, Goth and the others! Where are they?" Garen hurried through the crowd in the general direction of Goth’s house.
Everywhere was on high alert along the way; he could see guards and totem users sprinting about constantly.
Garen finally recalled that this was the key war of the Iron Tank City before the major change. He didn’t expect that he would forget such an important timeline after Reylan’s appearance.
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Goth was staring sombrely at the scene before him.
The glass of the black and white photo frame on the table had some minor cracks in it.
He gently picked it up and carefully wiped off the layers of dust.
The ground was littered with an assortment of belongings.