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The torrential rains poured down.
Step by step, the one-armed knight in black armor pursued the marks and arrived at the flat top of Sigh Cliff, shrouded in clouds and mist. He took a deep breath, then stepped forward.
The fog dissipated under the overflowing Source Quality Fluctuation, revealing the truth hidden behind the moisture and the howling wind. Both, the white-haired boy and the gray-haired old man, appeared before his eyes.
Weyges gazed at the scene.
The air was filled with the thick scent of damp ocean wind, with clouds falling from the sky, and dark, rolling clouds in all directions. Atop Sigh Cliff, when looking around, one could only see somber, dense fog, as if one had stepped into another world.