Clatter, clatter, clatter—
In a pitch-dark consciousness, a piercing and shrill wooden clattering noise came from ahead.
It awakened Morris, who had previously lost consciousness.
What had he been doing before?
That's right, he had been hired by Mr. Everton to serve as a guard at the exhibition on the outskirts of Greenwich.
Then...
"Hiss—"
Taking in a sharp breath, Morris, now fully alert, recalled the scene he had witnessed earlier.
This morning, he had been stationed as usual on the first floor of the exhibition venue.
But soon after Mr. Ronald Adler arrived, a fierce black fog had engulfed his surroundings like a flood.
Corridors, halls, rooftops...
There was absolutely no place to escape as far as the eye could see.
In his haste, he tried to cast a spell for defense, but the spell failed to stop the overwhelming black fog, and he quickly lost consciousness in the process.
So...
What was happening now?