When he cast his gaze towards the garden, the scene of the area was naturally reflected in Klein's mind.
In the dark corner concealed by the flowers, grayish-white rats spun around wildly like they had been possessed. They kept squeaking as they attempted to push away their own kind and enter the core area.
In the core area lay a gray rat the size of an adult Loen Shorthair—a particular cat breed. Its eyes were slightly red like congealed blood.
Its tail was swishing about rapidly, seemingly in a bid to vent the irascible feelings within.
And whenever ordinary-sized rats approached, it would grab them and bite them to their deaths, causing rat corpses to pile up around it. But even so, this didn't stop the other rats from surging over.
Upon seeing this scene, Klein suddenly had two thoughts:
