The pink mist is gathering.
Inside and outside the city.
Spies from various surrounding forces widened their eyes, unwilling to miss a single piece of information at this moment.
They wanted to know how the Night Watchers would respond to such a situation, and these spies had already hidden nearby long before the events unfolded.
They just hadn't expected the ritual to be so grand.
"Damn it, this kind of scene, I don't want to see it again in my lifetime.
Look at me, there shouldn't be any fleshy growths on my face, right?" asked a trembling spy, hidden on the second floor of a building, peering out the window.
His companion beside him shook his head.
"There aren't any. If you're still resisting, it means you've not been contaminated. Quick, take a look at me, I somehow feel I can accept it."
"What?!" His startled exclamation was almost a shout, but he managed to lower his voice.
Turning his head to look.
