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Once he had entered the cloud of smoke, Fayard couldn’t see a thing. The smoke was very thick and dark, and if he went too far into it, he could get lost in it.

As the rowboat started towards the beach, Elias saw beams of magic being shot at the water from the watchtowers, some of them making their mark on the boats and blasting them into pieces, leaving the soldiers in them to swim. He also saw several dozen specks of black and grey flying from the watchtowers towards the airships. Probably the winged Mamono. Looking back, many of the corvettes that approached had been blown apart by the Mist Navy’s cannons, and he happened to see, to his dismay, one of the Dragoon units getting shot down by the musket-bearing crews.

She sighed and sat on the grass beside him. “You won’t leave the Order. You either can’t or won’t tell us how the High Priest destroyed that man’s soul. You won’t help us apprehend the High Priest. You won’t even express your true feelings to Beatrice.”

She found many soldiers aiming crossbows and marching towards a large, black cloud of smoke. Something must be happening.