"As light as a swallow!"
The Gunpowder Artist recited the "Inscription of Severance," and the Boots of Wonder: Seagull's Wings she wore sprouted two pairs of small wings.
She fluttered through the city's streets and alleys like a seagull, swiftly inspecting every crime scene reported by the Sheriffs.
But whenever she arrived, all those sinister things vanished without a trace, as if they were shadows fleeing from bonfire light.
Unless they appeared on their own, even with her power as a proud Third Order Artisan, she could do nothing to catch those entities.
For a moment, she almost felt the same frustration and helplessness as Byron did when he lost all his family members.
