Chapter 117

On the tenth floor, thunder boomed and the sky was cloudy, no one opened the door. Both the undead and the soldiers guarding. Even the maids were afraid to meet the Grimm brothers. The aura intensified within the room, spreading beyond the area of the tenth floor. Goosebumps shudder to feel it too.

Suddenly, a crow perched on the roof of the tower. The sound of crows croaking loudly and repeatedly. It flapped its wings once, glaring sharply at the maids and the undead.

"Alexander Afanasyev is dead! Alexander Afanasyev is dead! Killed by otherworlders! Killed by otherworlders!" the sound of the crow over and over again.