The grass was continuously retreating from the little Lich girl, yet there was no shadow at the front, "Don't go! Humphrey, don't leave me alone..."
The Lich girl extended her hand strenuously, her beautiful face filled with a look of stark terror.
However, no one answered her.
She who was stumbling about on the grasslands finally stumbled and fell, the view in front of her turned dark.
"Humphrey..."
The darkness, was still endless darkness.
"Is it you..."
Bauman, who was lying on her own bed, whispered, "Is it you, Desmond, standing there?"
There was no reply, at not far from the bedroom door, the black cloak of the mechanical butler seemed to blend into the darkness of the room.