"Your grandson is currently being held in custody by the Enforcing Authorities of Sky Mist City. Until he is proven innocent, he will not be released."
After hearing her words, the old man suddenly became motionless.
Several seconds passed.
It was as though he had completely blacked out.
The strange presences around him also became deathly still.
Then, his eyes slowly rolled backward until only the whites remained visible.
A chilling silence descended upon the street.
Finally, a voice emerged from his mouth.
No.
Not a voice.
Thousands of voices.
"I... want... my... grandson."
The moment those words fell, the air itself seemed to grow heavier.
Then, without any warning, the old man took another step forward.
To Grey, that single step felt as though the entire world was collapsing around him. It felt as if the very heavens above were trembling violently and were on the verge of crashing down upon their heads.
