"Taking me for a fool?" Waldo coldly chuckled.
His palm rested on the door handle. Three pairs of anxious eyes were fixed on his every move. With a slight effort, there was a soft click as the room door opened slowly.
Herb and the other two had their eyes wide open, and the energy within them surged as if a tidal wave, preparing to face any crisis.
Creak!
The room door slowly swung open, revealing an endless expanse of darkness beyond. It seemed as if countless dark tides were surging, and at times, a large amount of crimson-tinged black mist rushed forward like a tide.
Roar!
Within the black mist, a giant pale hand reached out towards them.
"Quick, close the door! What is this creature? Close the door quickly!" Herb, Tristan, and Ulva's faces suddenly changed dramatically. They felt a terrifying energy fluctuation from the rushing tide, especially from the skeletal hand.
