Antler fled all the way back to the "storeroom."
But it wasn't his storeroom. It was Aleister's.
He resurrected the two remaining corpses to protect himself.
He also petrified the storeroom door outright, preparing to stay here until the ritual ended.
Unfortunately, the resurrected corpses had been stripped of the four Domains. They could no longer use the abilities of the Paths of Love, Beauty, Wisdom, or Transcendence. These two corpses should have belonged to "Red" and the monk, corresponding to the Path of Love and the Path of Wisdom respectively.
This meant that the two corpses could do nothing more than move.
But the problem wasn't that serious. The door was sealed, and no one would come here except the Giant... If the Giant arrived, he would send the corpses over for it to eat.
"There are at most three survivors left..."
Antler muttered under his breath, "Mr. Gray couldn't possibly have survived. That means the ritual has actually ended.
"All I need to do is stay here and survive until the end."
No matter what, he couldn't imagine Mr. Gray surviving Aleister's attack.
For a Demonkin with weak sanity, low intelligence, and a tendency to go berserk, hunting down an assassin who was fast and skilled at hiding was probably like a cat catching a mouse—it would only excite its hunting instincts. The Shadow Demon could also grant him the ability to perceive shadows... so Mr. Gray's stealth was useless against him as well.
"I hope Mr. Gray can hold out a little longer."
Antler said gloatingly, "Anyway, you young people still have plenty of opportunities. Leave this one to me..."
As expected of a Demonkin. How terrifying.
He sighed inwardly.
Although, in the eyes of a Demon Scholar, a Demonkin was merely a humanoid beast with nothing