บท 1102: Similarity and City of Fiends II

This figure was moving very carefully.

Each time he moved, his movements merged perfectly with the light and shadows, even the footsteps converged with the sounds wind blowing.

Dik, Dik, Dik, Dak.

The second hand of the clock tower on top of the dome was ticking second after second. After a full rotation, the minute hand moved.

Dik, Dak.

The ticks of the minute hand weren't that much different than the second hand but the approaching figure staggered backward uglily as if he was struck by thunder.

The figure covered his right hand and suppressed the agonizing cry in his throat. It wasn't until he entered an empty alleyway that the loud growls exploded.

"You've "won" again! But I don't believe you will win every time!"

The figure took another glance at the dome clock tower before sprinting off towards Harvest Inn.

When the figure got close to Harvest Inn, he returned to his "normal" condition.