[Emotion points from Grant Ward +1355]
As expected of Constantine—his methods really worked!
Blowing out a smoke ring, Constantine leaned impatiently against the table and jabbed the air a few times with the right hand holding his cigarette.
"Hey, hey, hey, that's about enough. If you've got something you want to tell us, hurry up and say it. Stop playing these tricks!"
The room was utterly silent. No one answered.
"Mr. Constantine, who are you talking to?"
Grant turned around, puzzled.
"Naturally, the person who brought the two of us here."
Constantine shrugged and explained calmly.
"This dream-entry trick is pretty interesting, but I don't have the time to sit here and drag this out with you. If you don't show yourself, we're leaving."
He stood up, just making as if to leave, when the wall on the right suddenly shattered, and a great amount of white light flooded eagerly into the room.
Then, an inexplicable voice suddenly rang out.
The voice spoke of the danger within Cauldron Lake, explained that some dark power was spreading through the town, and emphasized that only by staying in the light could one remain safe.
The voice rambled on and on, still trying to guide the two of them toward the direction the white light came from, but Constantine had already lost interest. He slapped Grant on the shoulder, and they vanished in an instant.
The voice: "."
Whoosh!
It was still that black sedan. The two of them opened their eyes one after another in their seats.
"Hah... Just now, what was that?"
Grant sucked in a loud breath and looked around.
A mountain road, daytime, mist hanging everywhere. A light rain drizzled down from the sky, the drops falling gently and landing on a blue sign standing to the right.
[Bright