The Shadow Demon was gone, completely disappeared.
The basement was empty. At a glance, there were no signs of struggle. Casio furrowed his brows and walked over. Near the heavy fitness equipment, strong custom-made iron chains lay on the floor, completely severed into two pieces.
He bent down and picked one up casually.
The cross section of the iron chain was abnormally smooth, as if cut with a sharp weapon. Someone had rescued the Shadow Demon from the basement...
Casio stood in place, taking a quick look around.
There were no clues. Whoever had done this had deftly entered the basement. At the same time, this person was very cautious, not touching anything else in the basement, and there were no footprints on the ground.
Casio looked at the food nearby. The Shadow Demon had eaten, probably about a third of it. Judging from the normal human consumption, it had likely been rescued about two days ago.
