"It seemed that as long as one followed an anomaly's characteristics, it could be subdued quite conveniently even without a sealing array."
Benjamin clapped his hands and sat up from the bed, pleased that he had discovered yet another characteristic of anomalies.
He lowered his head and glanced at his chest.
There was not the slightest red mark on his skin. Everything was as normal, as though that silent contest had never happened.
Looking at the metal sheet in his hand that sealed the Crevice Dweller, Benjamin thought for a moment, then turned toward the basement.
Before long, the sound of footsteps climbing the stairs came from outside the bedroom door.
Soon, as the door opened, the metal box with limbs growing from it walked over to Benjamin's side.
The metal box made a great leap onto the bed, respectfully knelt on one knee before Benjamin, opened its "skull," and took out another metal sheet stored inside the box, one that sealed the Shadow Thief.
Benjamin casually picked it up. Feeling the mutual attraction between the two metal sheets, an idea formed in his mind.
He rose and walked to the window, then pushed it open.
The midnight wind swept in from the sea, wrapped in damp, salty air. More than half the lights of the Old District had already gone out, leaving only a scattered few gas lamps struggling in the dense fog, casting dim yet stubborn glimmers of yellow light.
Benjamin's body drifted out through the window. Like a fallen leaf swept up by the night wind, he silently rose into the sky.
The distance beneath his feet seemed compressed within his perception. In only a few breaths, the rooftops of the Old District had shrunk into blurred silhouettes below him. A faint phosphorescent glow gradually lit up