When all was finally at peace with the chaos, the last bit of the epilogue was drawn to a close among a low valley not far from Mormans.

The not-so-large squad walked through the wilderness under the night, searching carefully for something, the instruments in their hands had completely failed, but their actions did not seem bewildered, a wheelchair floated in the bitter cold wind, the wheelchair was suspended in the air, and inside it sat a thin, middle-aged man, the man was afraid of ...