"..."
'What happened?!'
Reinard and Alexander thought, their lips curling upwards as their mission had just become incredibly easy.
They wouldn't have to overpower the ghost without killing him now that he mysteriously disappeared into the boy.
Meanwhile, Julius asked the same question. However, the tone was entirely different. The words rumbled in his mind, presaging a devastating cataclysm. Icy sweat covered his body, making his clothes stick to his skin. The dim light reflected on them, revealing his firm, aesthetic but trembling muscles as he closed his eyes. Loud drumming hammered against his chest, accompanied by the dark fingers of terror encroaching on his heart with icy dread.
