Swish!
Colin suddenly stopped his rapid flight and pressed himself against the gray-blue wall on the other side of the intersection.
A silent glow of witchcraft flickered over him.
The next instant, a huge pitch-black monster sped past him through the corridor, making a thunderous noise.
Then, not far away, it smashed through the ceiling and flew to the upper level!
Gazing at the large hole in the ceiling not far away, Colin slightly furrowed his brow.
He had flown all the way here, but he had seldom encountered pitch-black monsters on his way, only hearing the occasional sounds of metal clashing, tearing apart.
It seemed that perhaps by now, the pitch-black monsters had all gathered on the upper level.
The situation seemed to have changed again.
Withdrawing his gaze, Colin continued to fly toward his own room.
Without the pitch-black monsters, he had an unobstructed path, only needing to avoid some surviving Wizards.
