What was there?
Something was attracting him.
Flanders cleaned up the scene and walked toward the place that was emitting temptation.
The pitch-black sickle scratched the wall, emitting sparks.
Flanders was now very curious. What was it?
What was it that could have such a temptation and attraction?
He did not even see it. There was a distance between him and it, but it could make his body desire it.
What on Earth could it be?
This feeling of being attracted for the first time, the first reaction of his body before his consciousness, filled Flanders with curiosity.
Sword Apophis also had the same thought.
But after experiencing the initial agitation, it calmed down.
It seemed to know something, but it was very clear that no matter what it was, it would not belong to it in the end.
The only one who could get that thing was its owner, the strange creature Flanders.
