The little girl seemed quite satisfied with his calm acceptance. She happily swung her other hand, then set off, her bare feet padding on the grass as she guided Murphy deeper into the forest.
Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the branches and leaves, casting mottled shadows.
The forest remained dead silent. There were no chirping insects or birds, not even the sound of wind.
Murphy held the little girl's hand, walking through the eerily tranquil woods with a steady pace and a serene expression.
His dark figure and the little girl's small, floral-dressed form walked side by side, casting two long shadows in the moonlight that gradually merged into one.
「...」
「The sewer.」
"We can't... we can't let this go on!" Uncle Scar's voice was hoarse, his eyes glued to the figure a few meters away, which was enveloped in swirling Black Light. "We have to do something! Just watching... just watching is a death sentence!"
