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Terror.

Absolute terror.

The deep sigh rang inside the minds of Adam and Gore, drenching their backs in a layer of cold sweat.

Their bodies trembled as they gazed into the depths of the darkness in sheer horror. It was a dark tunnel, but after a certain point, they couldn't see anything.

It was not the assumed power level of the entity that scared them, but the very voice itself. They felt as if the voice had originated from the deepest pits of hell.

A voice so malevolent and oppressive that they forgot to even breathe!

That voice, thought Adam in horror. I'm sure of it...

That entity is far more powerful than a Rank 2 Magus!!

CREAK...

The red door gradually closed, as if guided by a mystical power. However, neither Adam nor Gore dared to intervene.

Earlier, they had intended to see where the tunnel led to, albeit for different reasons. But now, they no longer wished to go in.

Adam didn't even dare to extend his Sphere of Resonance to see just what lay inside. He was terrified.

After the red door shut with a low thud, the ominous aura subsided. Everything returned to normal and the pair could finally breathe.

Gore dropped down to his knees, his face covered in sweat. He glanced at the red door and softly muttered in a trembling voice, "I... I have never... felt something so evil... in my life!"

At that moment, Gore wanted nothing more than to leave this cursed place. He wanted to leave Stratford far behind and never look back.

All his desire to acquire the treasures instantly disappeared. He knew for a fact that if he came face-to-face with that evil entity beyond the door, he would certainly die.

He hurriedly got to his feet and turned around to leave, leaving behind Adam who was gawking at the red door. He didn't bother with the youth any longer, his first priority was to escape.

Meanwhile, Adam's mind was whirling with countless thoughts as he tried to deduce the situation he found himself in.

He willed the lotus to calm his mind, allowing him to think clearly.

I can confirm that whatever's sealed inside is in an extremely weakened state. Otherwise, it would have definitely killed us when I opened the door.

The fact that it mystically shut the door means that it is unable to take action at the moment!

Every important point related to Stratford and its people was thoroughly scrutinized by Adam. He was trying to come to a decision.

A decision whether to stay and fight, completing the mission he was sent here for.

Or escape!

Magus Stratford... Morven the Malevolent...

The town of Stratford... the residents... the Howletts...

Werewolf... human... blood... venom...

Blood is the key to everything...

The night of the blood moons...

Ancient seal... blood... blood...

The next moment, Adam's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he thought of a possibility that was very likely to be true.

A ritual... A blood ritual! I see...

At that moment, the fog in his head cleared up and he knew that he had arrived at the right conclusion. Although he didn't have any solid evidence supporting his claim, his instincts told him that he was right.

Even though he contemplated many things on the spot, in reality barely a couple of seconds had passed.

Yes, this is doable, he thought.

He had come to his decision after carefully weighing in all the pros and cons.

The evil entity sealed beyond the red door is likely a werewolf, or a creature sharing the same bloodline. With the thing that Blackie gave me, I'm confident in—

Suddenly, his thoughts came to an abrupt halt and his pupils constricted.

RUMBLE!

It began with a low, almost imperceptible tremor that ran through the floor beneath him. He glanced around, uncertainty flashing in his eyes.

Gore, who was on the staircase, had also stopped in his footsteps, looking around with a frown. "What was that?" He asked.

For a moment, everything went still again, leaving them to wonder if what had just happened was a figment of their imagination.

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But then the ground shifted again, this time with even more force. The entire basement began to tremble, the walls vibrating as if something had awoken.

Adam had a bad feeling about this. He looked at Gore and instructed, "Quick! Go upstairs!"

Dust fell from the ceiling as the rumbling intensified. The pair gradually made their way to the first floor and headed toward the exit in a panic.

"First that damn door and now this earthquake... just what the hell is happening!?" Gore cursed.

Finally, they made it out of the Howlett Manor.

The scene outside was that of utter pandemonium. The battle had already stopped as the beasts and the humans looked around them in terror, trying to discern the source of the

rumbling.

Adam scanned the battlefield, looking for his students. He saw them in the near distance and breathed in a sigh of relief. They're safe, he thought as he ran toward them.

"P-Professor! What is happening?!" Eleiney screamed out in alarm.

"My Lord!" Kenley and Ragnar glanced at him in panic, looking for an answer.

Adam solemnly stated, "I don't know... but we need to head back to the town immediately." Suddenly, Adam's ears twitched and he looked outside the clearing, at the dark woods. He extended his Sphere of Resonance and listened in closely.

Along with the intense sound of rumbling, he could hear something else.

His breathing slowed down and he focused his senses even more. It was faint, but he could hear a deep, resonant creaking, like the groan of a wood under tremendous pressure.

The howls of the strange humanoid-shaped trees that surrounded them grew louder and louder with each passing moment.

A cold dread settled in the pits of Adam's stomach as he finally realized what the soure of the rumbling was.

He looked in the direction of the dark woods, wide-eyed and terrified.

"It can't be!"

"Professor, what is it?!" Art asked nervously. He had never seen his mentor lose his

composure to such an extent.

Seeing his expression, his squad members also couldn't help but become afraid.

Adam gulped loudly, pointing in the direction of the Weeping Woods.

"The trees," he said.

"They've come alive!"