A week later, in the Art Capital, at the White Dove Post Office.
The morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtain, outlining the soft and graceful curves of a young girl.
The girl adjusted her glasses and looked at the mountain of drafts piled on the desk.
#The Holy Beast Festival begins#
#Underground Titan descends, collapse of the Art Capital#
#Great famine in the border town, beast tide attacks#
#Demons in the Rhine River, fear from the sea descends#
#A Fifth Rank Transcendent unfortunately bound by vines, turned into nourishments, transformed into a desiccated corpse#
#Lai Te's Hunter Group gathered today, ready to hunt the Underground Titan#
The quickly written drafts detailed the recent events in the Art Capital.
"Lai Te, Ivver..."
The current editor of the Art Capital, Lilith, adjusted her glasses and faintly smelled a hint of conspiracy.
"Could it be a Transcendent aiming to advance to the Sixth Rank?"
Lilith speculated.
