He lowered his head and saw it.
At the base of the lamp post, black water of unknown origin was slowly seeping out, carrying a sinister aura.
The Lightkeeper didn't even think, he turned around and fled, shouting loudly for others to evacuate the area.
...
Corey took a deep breath, he had to admit that at this moment he was feeling a bit of pressure, after all, he was about to accomplish two feats in one day.
It had been a long time since he felt this way. As the director of the Iron Law Bureau, there were few things in this world that could stir his emotions. Over time, he had grown numb—until this day arrived.
Corey's heart beat strongly for the first time in ages, loudly like a war drum, his cold body surface grew hot as if he had regained youth.
His gaze focused on the door, he sat at the end of a long table, surrounded by several guards, each armed.
