In an instant,
Charles rushed back to the shop, gritting his teeth and quickly closing the door. His gaze flickered, and the ghost candle he held swayed wildly, almost extinguishing completely.
It's over.
There's no escape.
He hadn't expected the crisis to come so quickly. The system's warning was glaringly obvious, and this time, the danger was directed at him—or rather, at Demon Clinic!
"Since I can't run, I'll have to fend for myself!"
Charles gritted his teeth.
Without hesitation, he swiftly entered the backyard, forcefully closing the main gate.
Boom—
A loud noise.
The front door of the potions shop exploded, and the rolling blood-colored mist, without the protection of the ghost candle, flooded in.
A massive shadow cast a long reflection on the floor of the hall.
