"Oh my, I never expected things to get this out of hand-"
In the shadows a short distance away, Five of Clubs watched the enormous commotion in the street with interest.
"As entertaining as this is, it'll be trouble if it draws Evernight and Storm here."
"Their underlings have noses sharper than bloodhounds."
"Ah." Five of Clubs stretched, a delighted smile appearing on his face. "Looks like I'll have to play the good guy and clean up this mess."
"I'm taking you alive." Lorne panted, his voice icy.
He advanced toward his opponent one step at a time. Meanwhile, he raised his head slightly, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the deep sky bathed in crimson moonlight.
Still no sign of that feeling-
He turned his gaze back to Klein.
"It looks like that 'god' of yours has abandoned you completely."
Lorne forcibly suppressed the emotions churning in his heart. His right hand gripped the Phantom tightly, while his left slipped into his coat and drew out several more purification charms.
The Phantom's three consecutive misfires had left him uneasy. He felt as though his "luck" had gone wrong at some point just now. Along with it, his sensitivity to impending "calamity" seemed to have diminished considerably.
Although he held an overwhelming advantage in the current situation, caution was still the wiser choice.
The moment his opponent showed even the slightest sign of anything unusual, he would throw every one of these charms without hesitation!
What do I do-
Watching Lorne approach him step by step, Klein felt a flicker of despair.
Once he was taken away, his true identity would certainly be discovered.
Should I... risk it?
Klein struggled to raise his head and look ahead. Seeing Lorne's wary expression, as though he were facing a