The magic letter from the Profound Alchemy Association eased the heavy atmosphere in the hall. Angel and Greya temporarily set aside their concerns about Toby's impending ordeal tomorrow, chatting about the Profound Alchemy Association for a while.
However, as the hands of the wall clock ticked closer to dawn, Greya grew restless once again.
She began to recall in her mind whether there were any other ways to assist Toby in advancing, but such thoughts had eluded her over the past few months, and she naturally came up empty now as well.
In her anxious unease, the hands of the wall clock moved to 5 a.m. Though the continent remained shrouded in darkness, those in the Sky Mechanical City could faintly glimpse the pale white light of dawn emerging on the horizon.
Suddenly, Greya stood up: "I'm heading out."
