The Gray Wizard Rises Again Three days after leaving the ruined city. Min and Gen had long since disappeared beyond the mist. They'd left word that they were heading to the ruins first to prepare the transfer device. But what exactly that meant, Raid still couldn't fully process. Gen's words—"To activate the transfer device, we'll need the power of someone who possesses magical power. We need a magic-bearer"—stuck like a grain of sand, refusing to settle. He understood it meant they'd need someone's magical power as a catalyst to operate the ruins' transfer device. But the question of who that "someone" was remained unanswered. The wasteland was shrouded in mist. Visibility didn't extend five meters. The rocky ground crunched beneath his feet. Grass was sparse, and rocks about waist-high floated like vague shadows here and there. The color of the sky was invisible. Whichever direction he looked, white mist stood like a wall. Still, as Raid walked, he naturally maintained awareness