The Rat Wizard stared intently, only to see that the vampire duke of the Karen Family had somehow reverted to his bat form, using a pair of broad bat wings to shield himself in front.
Of course, in the violent explosion that had just occurred, Duke Milton's bat wings had also become unrecognizable, like a sheet of xuan paper that had been soaked by a child in water and then fished out again, wrinkled and torn to shreds.
A bit further away, the Wandering Wizard comfortably sat on a tree stump, legs dangling, leisurely puffing on a cigar—he had removed his mask, revealing that aged but clean face—seemingly unaffected by the magic that had just transpired.
"Where are the people?" The Rat Wizard stubbornly looked around, repeating the question he had asked a few seconds earlier.
