His friends had vanished? Lumian, clutching a white candle, watched as the young man dashed over, his eyebrows twitching slightly.
In the catacombs, it was common for people to disappear. What was unusual was that this guy still remembered his friends and their strange disappearance.
He wasn't a tomb administrator, nor did he have an Angel sealed within him!
Any anomaly that occurred meant that something was wrong!
"Stop!" Lumian drew his revolver with his free right hand and pointed it at the black-haired, brown-eyed, and pale-faced young man.
In the flickering candlelight, the lad shook his head frantically and said, "Help! Save me! They've all vanished!"
He slowed down slightly but didn't stop.
Bang!
Lumian pulled the trigger of the revolver, sending the yellow bullet grazing the lad's body into the distance, disappearing into the darkness that couldn't be illuminated by candlelight.
