At night, Hopeland is dotted with lights from thousands of houses, and the lighthouse on the harbor occasionally shines.

The earth is like a huge, dark canvas. The mountains and forests in the north are dark and pitch black. The cities built along the coast embrace the deep blue ocean like a crescent moon. The lights on the crescent moon are dotted like stars on the earth, and the occasional ships entering the port are as small as ants.

Turning back and looking down at the land, countless air masses began to flow around Loran Hill, a gentle breeze began to swirl around her for dozens of kilometers, and countless emerald green natural magics swirled on the breeze like fireflies. The terrifying power of her mythical talent began to unfold, and the raging wind became incredibly docile and obedient in her hands, as if everything was as it should be.

"Let's put an end to this dumb mystery."

Loran Hill gently pressed down with his right hand, and a strong wind that stretched for several kilometers, carrying gradually transparent natural magic, slowly fell from the sky.

The weather vane on the coast suddenly turned, the trees on the street swayed in the wind, the leaves rustled, the charcoal fire on the street barbecue stalls suddenly burned brighter, and the whole city was slowly filled with the night wind. Countless scenes, the positions of people, and the sounds of conversations were constantly fed back to Loran Hill's mind and consciousness through the night wind.

There seemed to be endless information flowing in her dreamy and emerald eyes. The breeze cleared everything, and everything in the city was presented to her in every detail, with no secrets hidden anymore.

Faced with the enemy's scheming chess game, she simply kicked it over. It was so simple and crude, yet powerful and efficient.

"So it's you guys."