He suddenly lowered his head and discovered that the oil lamp on the table had somehow turned dark red, with a shadow curled up within the flame resembling the evil god "Alusi."
"What is this..."
Before finishing his sentence, a muffled sound, like something heavy hitting the ground, echoed from outside the clock tower.
The leader of the Wild Wolf Gang suddenly looked up and, through the mottled plastic panels, saw a blood moon that had somehow torn through the clouds.
Moonlight seeped in like pus, painting everyone's face with crimson.
Even more horrifying, numerous human faces floated within the moonlight, every face he was intimately familiar with—traitors, enemies, innocents he had personally executed.
"Acting like ghosts!"
The Gear Gang leader slammed the table but heard a "click" sound.
His mechanical arm suddenly lost control, rotating 180 degrees, and the alloy fingers clenched around his own throat.
