The film crew beside them had sharp eyes as well. After following so closely for so long, they had already picked up clues from Sheriff Jim's description.
That Wellington was probably an evil manifestation—and a rather formidable one at that.
The film crew grew nervous. They had some idea what evil manifestations were like. Looking at the clinic again, they felt that it truly was steeped in grim yin energy. Though it was broad daylight, the place seemed coated in a murky lead-gray hue, as if it came with its own Underworld filter.
And while they watched, a patch of fog inexplicably rose up and enveloped the clinic. The fog grew thicker and wider, clearly unnatural. The echoes from within also shifted from violent roars to something eerie and distant. Just hearing them made their heads swim, as though their sense of direction was starting to fall apart.
The reporter could not help swallowing, shivering slightly. By rights, he should have stayed close to the Special Case Unit, but now he was feeling timid, staring at the clinic entrance without daring to enter.
Just then, warmth suddenly rose behind him, as though a beam of light were shining directly upon him.
"Be brave, all of you." A voice reached his ears, melodious yet firm and powerful. "A reporter's mission is to record the truth and spread it to the world, just like the historians of old. Warriors shed blood as they battle powerful foes head-on—are historians so lacking in courage that they dare not even lift their pens?"
The film crew swung their cameras around and captured an unparalleled beauty stepping down from the command vehicle nearby. She spoke with righteous conviction, radiating magnificent upright energy. Her gaze was sharp, making every member of the crew lower their heads in