Agatha suddenly stopped in her tracks.
At the end of her line of sight, something abnormal at the small alleyway disrupted her rambling thoughts.
In that dimly lit corner, clusters of revolting black matter surged forth. They seeped out from the nearby ground and walls like viscous grease overflowing from pipes, and in the nauseating noise, mounds of mud-like substances almost instantly began to take on human-like forms, casting malevolent glares at Agatha.
"Still haunting me, huh..."
Agatha let out a soft sigh, but her body moved without hesitation—before the mud could fully solidify, she had already raised her staff and aimed at the nearest cluster.