In the midst of pitch darkness, a group of people unconsciously huddled together. Fisher's expression was grave as he looked at the corridors shrouded in a chilly breeze. With a wave of his hand, the tip of his hand cane lit up with an illumination magic, and many waiters panicked as they glanced to the side. At the moment Fisher's magic flared, he suddenly saw a twisted shadow climbing rapidly over the heads of his party.
That shadow moved swiftly along the walls like a spider, about to attack the distant waiters. Prince Luosang had also noticed this situation. The ring on his finger began to glow with a red light, but just before he could act, a nimble figure wielding knives slashed towards the ceiling.
It was Carlo, with brown hair and dressed as a waiter, her face slightly cold. She raised two short daggers and slashed down the shadow that was attacking the waiter beside her.
