That day, dragon roars and phoenix cries resounded throughout the sky of Crescent City. And when my brother came to me, the masked boy had already disappeared. I think he should have left with Phoenix.
The whereabouts of the Oriental Stone are unknown since then.
The crack in the sky is being repaired by the internal strength of the elders. That natural and man-made disaster completely destroyed Crescent City.
That was my memory of leaving Crescent City three years ago.
The place I am in now is called Earth.