The silver ship flew through the dark sky. It was called the Silver Hawk. It was the fastest ship in the City of Iron. It cut through the thick, gray fog like a sharp knife. Inside the ship, Auditor Isaac sat in the pilot’s chair. His hands held the steering wheel tightly. He wore his clean white suit. His thin silver glasses sat perfectly on his nose. But Isaac was not perfectly calm anymore. His heart was beating very fast. He looked out the front window. Far away, he could see the Iron Citadel. It was a giant, ugly castle made of black metal spikes. Above the castle, a terrible black cloud was spinning. It looked like a dark hole in the sky. "The Black Sun," Isaac whispered to himself. He knew what that dark cloud meant. The Shadow Lord was trying to use the little girl, Ash. The Shadow Lord wanted to push the dark, evil magic into her empty soul. If he did that, the black cloud would explode. It would wipe out all life in the world. Isaac had to stop it. He looked down at the

Isaac stared at the video. The date on the video file said it was recorded forty years ago. Isaac looked closely at the man's face in the video. It was Rick. He looked exactly the same. He did not look one day younger. He did not look one day older. His brown eyes were just as warm, just as tired, and just as kind. "It is true," Isaac whispered in awe. "He is an ancient."The Guild had written notes next to the video. “The anomaly calls himself a doctor,” the notes said. “He does not age. His magic does not fade. We believe he is the last survivor of the First Age of Magic. He is a living fossil. We cannot catch him. He is too fast. He cares too much about the bugs in the dirt.”Isaac watched the video replay. He watched Rick heal a crying woman. He watched Rick smile. Isaac finally understood the true core struggle of the Ghost Doctor. Rick had watched the world fall apart for decades. He had watched generations of people grow old and die. He had seen the Guild rise to power.

The fire burned bright orange and hot red. The giant, black iron gates of the Iron Citadel were completely destroyed. They were blown into a thousand jagged pieces. Thick, dark smoke poured into the freezing night sky. In the center of the burning wreckage sat the Silver Hawk. The sleek, white flying ship was ruined. The wings were crushed. The glass window of the cockpit was shattered. Flames licked at the sides of the metal hull. Rick ran through the gray ash. His boots hit the ground hard. His green shirt was covered in sweat and dirt. His brown eyes were wide with worry. He held his wooden staff tightly. The green light at the tip of the staff pushed the dark smoke away. "Isaac!" Rick shouted over the roaring fire. "Isaac, are you alive?!"Rick ran up to the burning ship. He reached out to pull the broken metal door open. Before Rick could touch it, the metal door kicked open from the inside. A figure stepped out of the smoke. It was Auditor Isaac. Isaac did not look perfe

The text on the screen was stamped with a bright red, official Guild warning. `[STATUS: DECEASED.]``[TIME OF DEATH: 10 YEARS AGO.]``[CAUSE OF DEATH: COMPLETE HEART FAILURE DUE TO TERMINAL CRYSTAL ROT.]``[MEDICAL EXAMINER SIGNATURES: DR. VANCE, DR. KRELL, DR. STERLING.]`Isaac stared at the glowing red word. [DECEASED.] "No," Isaac whispered to the quiet screen. "That is impossible."He read the file again. He checked the signatures. Three official, high-level Guild doctors had signed her death certificate ten years ago. They had checked her pulse. They had checked her brain waves. Luna Elara died on an operating table ten years ago. Her heart had turned to stone and stopped beating. But Isaac had just seen her yesterday. He had seen her running through the subway station. He had seen her holding a heavy iron wrench, ready to fight his assassins. He had seen her cry. He had seen her laugh. She was alive. Isaac slowly lifted his head from the tablet. He looked over his shoul

Chapter 415 The night sky over the City of Iron was completely black. There were no stars. The thick, toxic yellow smog covered everything like a heavy, dirty blanket. Inside a small, torn tent in the junkyard, a man named Kael was sleeping. Kael was the worker who had his arm crushed in the giant factory press. Brin, the tough mechanic, had stitched his arm with black silk thread. Then, the Ghost Doctor’s beautiful green magic had washed over the city. The green light had perfectly healed Kael’s crushed bones. For the first time in years, Kael was sleeping deeply. He felt no pain. He felt strong. He felt perfectly healthy. But suddenly, the air in the small tent grew freezing cold. It was not a normal cold. It felt like ice water had been poured directly into Kael’s veins. Kael gasped. His eyes flew open. He woke up instantly in the dark. His heart was beating very fast. He reached over with his right hand and touched his left arm. The arm that had been perfectly healed. "Ah!