Night deepened in the Wasteland World.
The north wind howled through the surrounding trees, carrying a desolate sound with it.
Outside the disinfection corridor, Warry's eyes were cold, but a wide smile spread across his lips.
He smiled at the esteemed guests who had arrived at his Shelter under the cover of night.
His insincere smile, coupled with the head he carried in his hand, dragging a bloody trail behind it, was as chilling as could be.
"Coming to visit so late? Why didn't you say anything?"
At this moment, even Snape, who was eager to breach the gate of Vikram's Territory, knew something was wrong.
"Who are you? And how did you come from outside?" he asked.
However, compared to Edmund's astonishment, Snape merely frowned slightly.
He didn't feel any fear toward the guy in front of him.
Although he didn't know who he was, since Vikram hadn't arrived, there was nothing to hesitate about.
