Ke Meng returned to the isolated town.
An unnatural atmosphere permeated the town. As Ke Meng stepped onto its soil, even his heart seemed to grow colder.
The clouds of despair had already been dispersed by holy light. In other words, aside from the lingering effects of the Despair Mist, something was wrong with the town itself.
Ke Meng walked through the town, looking around and passing expressionless pedestrians. Following his intuition, he arrived before an old building.
The building stood among a cluster of nine-story buildings. It was a low, single-story structure, and with the sunlight falling at an unfavorable angle, it lay entirely in the shadows of the surrounding buildings.
A building in the shadows. That certainly suits the Shadow Stream's tastes, Ke Meng thought.
The little house had an old wooden door covered in moss. There was no telling how long it had been since its original owner had returned to clean the place.
But even standing outside the door, Ke Meng could already feel the ominous aura emanating from within.
Ke Meng put on the Mighty Gloves and smashed his fist into it without another word.
Boom!
The door burst open under the blow, scattering splintered wood.
Dust swirled in the fierce gust, spreading across the floor.
Ke Meng entered the house and saw some old furniture, all made from aged wood. Wood dominated the decor, and he could tell that the original owner had been a person of refined taste.
Ke Meng scanned the interior. What caught his attention was a mirror in the innermost room on the ground floor. The door was open, and the mirror reflected his figure.
The instant he saw the mirror, the Ke Meng within it suddenly began to move, trying to step out.
But for some reason, the moment