Not far from the abandoned neighborhood, Albus Medici, who had parted ways with Gusain, walked along the shadows by the roadside toward the cemetery.
Suddenly, he stopped, as if sensing an undercurrent in the nearby darkness.
Albus chuckled, and a dense fog immediately surged out, covering his figure and half the street.
After several seconds, the fog gradually dispersed, but Albus was no longer there.
He had vanished.
From the shadow that had just been enveloped by the fog, Julie, with her hair tied up and wearing a slit dress, emerged, staring at the spot where Albus had stood for several seconds.
A golden ring with a blue gemstone adorned her left middle finger.
Julie looked away, her expression somewhat grim, and headed toward the few blocks where the exiles gathered.
Some time later, in the deep darkness of the night, the sharp, painful screams of a man echoed from a room.
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