The rumbling from underground startled the residents of Kennington Street, and the Demon Hunters arrived on the scene immediately upon receiving the message. However, what awaited them was just a wall that had been thoroughly sealed.
The hidden room under the butler's bed on the first floor had disappeared, not just the hidden room but even the passage leading to it was gone, as if it had never existed, leaving only solid ground beneath the lifted floor tiles.
1 AM, East London, Flower Street.
The street was eerily quiet, shrouded in a thin mist, a puddle of shadow clung to the ground, darting through the narrow, muddy street and rushing into the gate of number 27.
In the living room, Marvin and his companions dispelled the Mud Shadow Magic, reverted to their original forms, lit the kerosene lamp, and sat in front of the fireplace to warm the chill from their bodies.
"Big brother, is that werewolf named Kenneth strong because he took this thing?"
