The dusk sky was tinged with a coppery rust color, clouds and fog rolling and surging, forming a dissipating white circle. At the edge of the clear sky within the circle, the red sunset crafted a fiery cloud shaped like burning flames.
The light cast down, enveloping the entire open-air area.
The roof tiles of the buildings reflected a yellow-golden glow, mysteriously appearing splendid and magnificent. In this splendor, a discordant black silhouette stood quietly, like an extremely cold stone sculpture.
The contours were harsh and powerful, the aura subtly domineering.
"Teacher!"
Phil exclaimed in surprise, a smile suddenly appearing on his face.
"Teacher!" "Teacher!"
Behind Phil, Tifa and Milo also called out.
The three of them passed through the gate, running towards the center of the open space.
At that moment, the tall black silhouette slowly turned around.
