The rain, which seemed like it would pour all night, subsided.

The lightning that questioned Mikhail’s nightmare disappeared, and the raindrops that screamed in the awakening past nightmares closed their mouths.

The situation shifted with the arrival of a man.

The man who mocked Mikhail with sharp words, the priests of the cult who hindered Hannah’s steps, and even Mikhail, standing with a sword, all stood frozen in place due to the appearance of a man wearing a black mask.

“Hmm.”

I asked the man in front of me in a low voice.

“Aren’t …