The actions of Violet were not meaningless.
From the beginning, she was using her own power, delaying time.
If she could get some information from this guy, it would obviously be great.
But even if she couldn't, it wouldn't be a big deal.
Because everything was under control.
The captains of the guard had already sealed the gate completely, with the sole purpose of allowing Violet to act more effectively.
In the raging storm, the fiercer the wind, the more unsettled Belit felt.
Because he knew better than anyone what the storm meant.
The thunderous roars in the sky sounded like dirges for the doomed.
He felt like a helpless ant under such powerful force, easily crushed, yet unable to fight back.
Such sadness was unbearable.
A sadness where he knew he had no control over his own fate.
All these were enough, he couldn't bear it anymore. Better to escape this town as soon as possible. Perhaps coming back was not a wise decision in the first place.