Not far away, Luo Yan, who had just returned to his desk, paused in his steps, a thoughtful expression on his face as he glanced around the laboratory.
Youyou silently appeared beside him, whispering.
"Lord Demon King…"
"The aura of Chaos, huh."
"Yes... but it's different from what we encountered before, not Novel, must be something else."
Luo Yan's eyebrows slightly raised, a playful smile curling at the corner of his lips.
"…Interesting."
The corrosion has reached me.
…
Meanwhile, in a secluded corner of Artisan Street, a girl in a blue magic robe was quietly slipping into a dimly lit shop.
The shop's sign had long faded, and inside, a strange smell of dried herbs mixed with unknown preservatives pervaded the air.
The shelves were filled with unsettling items—eyeballs wriggling in jars, low-whimpering skulls, and scrolls made from the fur of unknown creatures.
