John was perplexed, but he quickly felt that it was consequential—his body seemed to have become a refuge for all sorts of bizarre entities.
Although he indeed detested these things, he couldn't deny that there was little he could do about it.
"How is Victor now? Why is he still unconscious? What exactly happened just now?"
John was overwhelmed with questions, unsure of what had really transpired.
While he was unconscious, he had felt Victor's presence very close to him, but for some reason, it had suddenly disappeared.
Vincent looked at him with a peculiar expression.
"Do you really not know what happened just now?"
John was genuinely confused, but eventually, he nodded.
"If I knew, why would I be asking you? I just remember suddenly feeling faint and passing out, but..."
John paused, glancing at Victor, who was still unconscious on the ground.
