Inside Alvin Dowqui's room.
After the door had closed.
It was quite a while before the light in the room dimmed several degrees.
Large shadows began to spread in the corners, and under the light, they suddenly twisted into grotesque shapes.
Four elderly men, dressed in black and with withered hair, stood in the corner.
Their eyes conveyed a dead silence and emptiness, devoid of any emotion. With their arrival, the temperature in the room dropped sharply.
The cold malice, like a sticky snake, filled the room.
They were all hunters, from the same era as Alvin Dowqui, but the extent of their Evil Spirit Transformation was even deeper.
Someone asked, "Can we confirm his connection with the Dusk Bell?"
Alvin answered expressionlessly, "That is no longer important. If he is from the Dusk Bell, then they will surely respond after learning this news."
"If he is not, then he will definitely convey my exact words to them."
