'This is not good.' Zhia was standing on the corner, shivering in fear. 'This kid is much more something. I can sense it. The scythe can sense it's demonic power.' Words crossed across her mind as she trembles in fear. Her knees are shaking and are weak to take even a step forward. With her scythe which is a family heirloom and whom she had connection since she was a child, she can definitely sense what the mysterious scythe can feel with it's power.
"I will ask you one more time, where is it?" Betelgeuse insist on getting his hand on the Enchanted Book of Lemuria.
"I thought you have eyes everywhere. You should have known where it is." Isidore replied with a smirk on his face. 'Perhaps this kid isn't that powerful after all.' He thought. 'However, we cannot go easy around him. One wrong move and we're toast.'
