Bab 134: || Chapter 131 || Mysterious Candles Of The Dark...

...Crack!

Moulin and the others flinched as a bump appeared on the stoned floor.

The stone bricks were cracked like the hatching of an egg. Rowan turned his head and signaled the crowd to retreat to the doors. The elven warriors all lined up in front of the people with their weapons drawn, creating a defensive line as they faced the maeruthans surrounding the youth with white hair and silver eyes.

A frosty mist circled Moulin's hands as he narrowed his eyes warily. Gazing down at the bump on the floor.

Crack!

Moulin took a step back when the crack grew larger. "Snow, come here..."