In this life-or-death situation, Charles had no interest in wasting words and immediately charged forward.
Swan, gripped by utter terror, didn't stop his handiwork, yanking off the ring he held and tossing it to the ground, where black smoke instantly filled the air.
Charles quickly retreated from the smoke, his gaze swiftly searching for his target. Soon, he spotted Swan appearing at the window he had smashed open and leaped out, diving straight through the opening.
Charles wasn't the least bit worried, yet Swan's actions were pointless; the area outside was already encircled by the grey-robed figures—it was a wasted effort.
As expected, when he followed suit and jumped from the window, Swan, his face filled with terror, was cornered by the group of grey-robes, retreating toward him.
The bloodied chainsaw buzzed with rapid rotation, casting a trail of blood behind it.
Charles stomped his feet and charged straight at Swan.
