The three of them headed towards the nurse rooms and saw the row of shelves being kept at the side.
Lucien immediately went inside and checked the surroundings. The dust has accumulated on the tables, cabinets, shelves, and even on the surface of furniture. Thick cobwebs designed the ceiling.
At the corner of his eye, Lucien saw something suddenly moved. He approached it warily but was pulled back by Den.
Lucien frowned at him.
Den grab him and pulled Lucien behind him.
"Something isn't right." Den only said these words, as if it explained his actions. He was still holding Lucien's hand and was unwilling to let go.
Even how much Lucien tried to pull away his hand, Den only tightened his grip, not loosening.
Then Den did something unexpected. A black smoke congested in his right hand. It solidifies into long thin sharp needles.
