Lynn's gaze shifted, looking to his side.
There, Old John was staring at him with wide eyes, full of mystery.
Lynn furrowed his brow and asked in return, "What darkness?"
Red also stared straight at the old man in front of him, his right hand always resting on the scimitar's hilt.
Previously, when Old John's hands glowed to revive Gavin, it left Red uneasy.
Old John, without any hesitation, began to speak.
"Master Lynn, a little mouse has entered your territory... She contains dark power within her!"
"Although... she is still somewhat weak now, given time, she could destroy everything!"
"She will also become a source of calamity!"
Lynn furrowed his brow and said in a deep voice, "Old John, I don't like riddles."
Red instantly tightened his grip on the scimitar he held.
Sensing the impatience in Master Lynn's words, Old John began to explain.
"Master Lynn, a witch has entered your territory..."
As he spoke, Old John's gaze scanned around the area.
