A black dot appeared and then vanished inside the umbrella.
Forbidden zone, second floor.
A man in a black corseted overcoat, casting a semi-translucent figure, stood at the stairway leading to the third floor, looking up.
He could hear a scream that had just erupted but was swiftly cut off.
The sound didn't seem to belong to a normal person; it was likely produced by strangenesses.
This made the shadowy figure wonder. He hadn't expected the Demonic Exorcist near the Corpse Bride to enter the third floor so smoothly.
It seemed that even the strangenesses within the chaotic magnetic fields of the third floor had no way to deal with the other party.
The sense of crisis that had initially arisen in his heart now grew even stronger.
He turned his head to glance in the direction of the second-floor corridor rooms. At this moment, all the doors were firmly shut, not a single one ajar, as if they were all hiding.