In the entire house, except for the room where Brown Scott was last seen, no place showed any indication of abnormality.
In fact, even the room that was "contaminated" by the grey-black mud showed no residual traces of transcendent power—aside from the visual shock brought by the weird mud substance, there wasn't a shred of transcendent force present within the building.
All that did not belong to this mundane world had departed with the disappearance of Brown Scott.
On the first floor of the house, Garland was still sleeping. The tall Senkin woman, with skin like stone, was leaning in the corner of the sofa, her sleeping posture calm and serene, her face relaxed.
In her dreams, she was still a student studying under her teacher, living her days in peace as usual. Her knowledgeable and amiable teacher had just ended his years of travel and had recently returned home, ready to tell her many, many tales of distant affairs.
