A familiar scent blew through the air. Boss would never forget this magic power scent.

She found it impossible, but ran towards it anyways. Her heart pounded as the scent grew stronger. She stopped at a certain point after running like crazy. Jain caught up and also stopped. The two of them looked forward in a daze.

A certain man stood on top of the crumbled throne. He calmly sat on the rubble and seemingly waited for someone.

“…!”

Boss’ eyes widened when she saw him. He had his back towards her, but it looked all too familiar. She couldn’t believe her eyes and glanced at Jain standing next to her. That meant the man in front of her couldn’t be Jain in disguise.

It all seemed too real to be an illusion. She questioned whether she might be dreaming. That man should’ve been dead, so did this person just look like him?

Whish—

A gust of wind blew the man’s hair and fully revealed his face. Boss became speechless.

“Ah…”

She subconsciously yelped. The man on top of the rubble also sensed her presence.

He tilted his head and slowly turned around. Boss carefully examined his appearance. His well-defined facial features came into full view as the wind blew his hair.

She would never forget the Chameleon Troupe’s former...