Feeling that he might not be able to do anything, he forcefully calmed himself down, suppressing the storm inside. Without another word, he turned around and silently left the place.
Before leaving, he sent a telepathic message to the Saints, instructing them to return. Nichole, after saying a few brief words to the crowd, dismissed everyone and quietly followed after his master.
They all gathered at the rooftop of the academy, where the wind was strong and the view endless.
The old man stood at the edge, gazing up at the vast sky, his eyes filled with bitterness. But there was nothing he could do now. His hands were tied, bound by fate itself.
"Master, did you find the one you were looking for?" Mark asked, stepping forward carefully, trying not to disturb the heavy silence.
But the Whisperer didn't respond immediately. His silence stretched for a long moment. Just as Alice was about to speak, he finally answered, his voice low and distant.
