The afternoon comes and goes, soon... it will be nighttime.
One of the men approached Terros. "Grandpa, I will go back to the headquarters to get some food and bring them here. We haven't eaten anything yet. Our stomach is already complaining," he said.
"Okay, go ahead!" Terros replied. His stomach growled the moment it heard the mention of food.
The guy disappeared from his sight. He shifted his attention back to the main entrance of the crumbling castle.
When he placed the unconscious men inside the castle, he didn't see the black liquid which was abundant before when he first entered the castle. He wondered where they are right now?
And Luke! Where is that damn brat!? He looked at Luke's body, safely cocooned inside the protective bubble. How long Luke's spirit can stay outside his body? And where is that brat right now? He sighed heavily and scratched his head. He shouldn't have allowed him to go inside the castle in the first place!
