When they were about one hundred meters away from each other, the old man suddenly came to a halt in midair. The young girl who had been enveloped by him and transformed into a bright arc of light also slowed down before finally stopping.
Her eyes were blank and listless, devoid of their previous liveliness. Several scratches and injuries covered her body, some of them still faintly bleeding. Her clothes were also torn in several places, revealing the severity of whatever battle they had just escaped from.
However, the most peculiar thing Grey noticed was the severed hand that the girl held tightly in her grip.
The hand clearly belonged to a corpse. Its skin had already turned pale and lifeless, yet the girl continued to clutch it with such force that her fingers had almost sunk into the cold flesh.
A thought immediately crossed Grey's mind.
These people had encountered an attack.
