Early the next morning, Colin bade farewell to Count Morrison.
Count Morrison, hand in hand with his family, personally saw Colin and Vera off to the gate of Floral City.
Nevertheless, when bidding farewell, Colin failed to spot Knight Franco Morrison, whom he had casually encountered the previous night.
The weather today was pleasant, with clear skies and a gentle breeze.
Colin and his party hastened their speed, heading south.
They didn't stop until dusk when Colin ordered them to halt, set up camp and rest on the spot.
After a simple dinner, they all went to bed early.
But as night deepened, Colin slipped quietly out of the camp.
Coming to an empty wilderness, he suddenly burst streams of blood-colored smoke around him.
As the smoke swirled, countless sinister runes appeared in the air, only to disappear in the blink of an eye.
Meanwhile, Colin's body began to swell.
Pfft!
A pair of black bat wings burst out from his back, then stretched out fiercely.
Whoosh–
