The thing that Maxwell was most worried about had happened.
The moment John's figure moved and disappeared from the spot, Maxwell's heart immediately sank as he shouted: "Uncle John, don't mess around…"
His voice hadn't faded yet and all the spectres started waking up. Their blood red eyes slowly opened up before glaring at Maxwell and John. Their deep and low voices sounded like they came from the depths of hell.
"Human race!"
"Humans that deserve death…"
"You humans need to die… die…"
A large group of spectres had woken up.
Maxwell stared in a dumbstruck manner while his heart was dead silent. He then said to himself: "We're screwed now."
John realised he made a mistake and smiled embarrassedly: "Maxwell, I'm really sorry. I saw how easily you killed them, so I wanted to give it a try as well. I didn't expect to provoke a whole bunch of them… so what should I do now?"
He had completely lost all face.
