The Spectre who had escaped the factory simply ran aimlessly through the city. By the time he came to his senses, he had no idea where he had ended up.
It looked like an ordinary alley. Buildings made of ice and snow blocked out the daylight, while dark shadows concealed dumpsters and vending machines. Clutching the fish head, he huddled within those shadows.
This place was unfamiliar. He hurriedly checked his robe and discovered that he had not brought his phone with him; it had been left behind in the changing room.
This was bad. Those mysterious men in suits would definitely find the phone, track down where he lived, and then...
He began pounding his own head, blaming himself for being useless. Yet a thought faintly surfaced in his heart: if those lunatics found his rented apartment and killed the Chthon inside, wouldn't that be a good thing?
At that thought, he calmed down. Perhaps influenced by the darkness nearby, his thoughts gradually turned cold.
His desire to flee for his life and his self-reproach had become a plan to use those people's hands to kill his rival in love, while he himself rescued the cow and became her hero.
And if he wanted to do that, there was only one way.
"I hope that fish seller was telling the truth." He took a deep breath, raised the mysterious fish head in both hands, and looked into its dead fish eyes. They reminded him of the cow's equally lifeless eyes.
He tried to focus all his attention and spirit on the fish head, pouring all his love for the cow into it. He continuously recited his wish: he wanted Chthon to die, and he wanted Joker Cow to return to his embrace.
The fish head's eyes glowed red. In