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Klein's scalp and his entire back went numb, and he was almost numb with fear as well.
At the same time, another thunderstorm boomed overhead. The white light of lightning and the increasingly fierce sound of rain enveloped the entire world. The children startled awake by the thunderstorm dared not cry; they could only stare wide-eyed and tremble.
Tonight was a night of thunderstorms and torrential rain.
The thunder drowned out every sound, making the words that had suddenly sounded beside his ear seem like an auditory hallucination.
But he had heard them perfectly clearly! Because he would never forget that man's voice-that Devil! The terrifying Edward Vaughan!
Wasn't he dead?!
More importantly, why did he keep targeting me?! He's from the Devil Pathway. He has no need to seize Sefirah Castle!
Could it be for some other reason? Because I resurrected again, I caught his interest and made him want to kill me once and for all?
Lightning illuminated Backlund's night. Klein slowly straightened, his throat bobbing as he looked up at the sky, then at his surroundings. Rain and fear chilled him from head to toe, and his heart nearly stopped-his villa had been sliced apart with incredible smoothness. The cut through the walls curved slightly, at a height between his shoulders and chin.
Most importantly, this attack had failed to trigger Klein's spiritual warning at all. Either his spiritual warning had simply had no time to react, or it was so far beyond his capabilities that even a warning would not have allowed him to dodge!
Was that what telling me to get lost meant? Get out of the house? Get out of Backlund? Everyone around me will suffer if I stay here?
Drenched to the skin, Klein suddenly understood everything. What little resistance he had