I Hate Humans, I Hate Angels, and I Hate Myself

Chapter 55 - I Hate Humans, I Hate Angels, and I Hate Myself

The explosion had sent waves of alarm through the neighborhood, and the once-quiet street was now alive with chaos. Police and ambulance sirens echoed around the crash site, and their lights flashed. Residents peeked through their windows while the occasional sound of a camera phone clicking punctuated the tension.

Carn remained in his gargoyle statue form in the wreckage of the house's master bedroom. His unblinking eyes stared at the terrified couple, who were frozen in their bed. After a tense moment, they screamed, bolted out of the room, and exited their house.

With the room now empty, Carn sighed. In this form, he could teleport freely without using Aether as long as no one was looking. He remained motionless, scanning the perimeter with supernatural senses, searching for any sign of Arthur or the other agents.

His thoughts were still clouded in emotions and anger.