Although over a hundred years had passed, the layout of the city had completely changed.
However, Isaac could still barely find traces of the old days... after all, this port city was where he was born.
Annan followed closely behind him, watching as Isaac, familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar, crept into one alley after another, pondering and reminiscing, searching for the long-gone memories.
"I still remember this place... this used to be a broken wall."
As Isaac walked through the alley with Annan, he gestured in the middle of the alley, "It was only about a meter high, and for some reason, there was a depression on top. It looked like it had been smashed by a long-handled hammer."
"Breaking the wall but not completely smashing it?"
Annan jokingly asked, "That sounds quite convenient for escaping over it. If you ambush at the corner of the wall, you might even be able to counter-kill a few."
"Maybe that's exactly what happened."
