Leonard Churchill, his eyes aflame with a fierce red, was still basking in the feeling of freedom, like he had been incarcerated for too long.
He was laughing, his body trembling with giddiness.
This wasn't fear.
It was excitement, eagerness, and frenzy!
Like the trembling before a volcanic eruption.
At the moment, he had a pent-up urge to vent these suppressed emotions.
Suddenly!
The red glow in his eyes became icy cold.
"Bang!"
A gust of air exploded.
The imposing figure of the werewolf had disappeared there and then.
Like it was delayed a moment, the cement ground where Leonard had stood before was now depressed as if a high-pressure explosion had created a web of cracks.
At the same time, a surge of air visible to the naked eye pushed outwards swiftly.
The view was momentarily lost.
Ada sensed something was wrong, but before she could react to what had happened, she felt a sense of suffocation come over her.
