Seeing as the crow was dead, Urvashi's face lit up with delight for a few fleeting moments before he had a thought.

If the crow, which had given him so much trouble, had been killed, who killed it?

He had a suspicion, though, given the dark particles and all.

He had just now witnessed another one of Termian's memories, which too had something to do with darkness.

Given how the memory ended, he had a strong reason to suspect that figure for killing this crow.

But as far as he knew, that memory—or for that matter, all of Termian's memories—took place a long time ago.

So how was it that the figure from a memory killed something in the present?

And at the end, it felt as if the one being stared down was Urvashi, and not Termian. Granted, it could have counted the current Urvashi as the future Termian from its point of view.

But maybe it wasn't like that; the timing of the memory was perfect. If the crow hadn't been killed, there was no chance that he could escape, so perhaps the figure at the end wanted to help Urvashi instead.

And speaking of that memory, Urvashi had learned a little more about Termian, which made him glad, even if reliving his memories was bad for him.

Those two guys that were there with him, are they still alive, perhaps? Given that they were Termian's allies, it would be problematic for him if they were, in fact, alive and were aware of his existence.

And what was that figure?

And why were they there in the first place?

No matter. What is important now is escaping from this place and getting in contact with either Sharron or Mr. Alodia.

Taking a step away from the crow, Urvashi started to run once again.

And run he did; in the few minutes that he had been running, he had yet to find a living person.

All the streets were empty without a sign of life on them; he hadn't even encountered another crow.

Granted, he would rather never see a crow ever again.

After a while, his breathing became ragged, so he slowed down for a moment. He put his hands on his knees and looked around warily while doing so.

There was definitely something wrong with this place!

Each breath he took was a harder task than he imagined; each inhale, the air going inside his lungs felt tangible, and each exhale felt as if he really was pushing something out of his body.

Even running was harder than it should have been. Granted, after escaping from that alley, he felt tremendous weight drop from his shoulders, not literally, of course.

But rather in the sense that if moving inside that alley seemed impossible, moving in the streets was infinitely easier.

Inside the alley, each and every move he made stemmed from purely his will and determination to get out.

While panting for breath, he didn't stay in place but instead kept walking as fast as he could.

With each step he took, he was more and more assured that something was wrong; this didn't resemble the streets he was on before being thrown out at all.

He had to have been dragged here by someone, so who could it have been?

Shaking his head, Urvashi was about to start running once again until he finally heard it, a noise.

He had been so distracted that he hadn't even noticed the absence of sound; even while he was running, no noise was made.

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And now he heard a clock ticking in the distance. He felt that it was both far away and so incredibly close.

He even felt his spirituality flare up for a moment.

Tick after tick, Urvashi was warily making his escape until the clock stopped.

For a few seconds, no noise was made until a hysterical laughter was heard, followed up by a roar.

Hearing it, Urvashi felt a shiver run down his spine as he suddenly remembered something.

The first time he had seen the crow, it was painted with blood, meaning that it most likely killed someone—or something.

So if the crow's primary task was to make sure Urvashi was asleep, could its second task have been to keep order in this place?

And now, with the guardian of this place being dead, what kind of things would wreak havoc here?

He scowled before he started running with all his might; the roar, meanwhile, stopped.

And in its place, sounds akin to fighting erupted.

Even with him running, the sounds didn't appear to be getting more distant, or for that matter, closer even. Instead, they remained in that one place, neither here nor there.

After a while spent running, Urvashi stopped and leaned on a structure for support.

He didn't know how long he had been running; it felt like days. And despite all that, the sounds still continued.

He shivered before deciding to enter this house he was currently leaning on. He was hungry, and very much so.

He tried carefully to open the door but to no avail; eventually, he just decided to kick the thing down.

After doing so, he stepped into the house and started looking around.

Despite the place where it was located, it looked ordinary—just as any house really.

And while walking towards the kitchen, he saw a figure out of the corner of his eye.

Turning quickly, he saw a tall young man with curly brown hair wearing simple clothing.

Reaching for his gun, Urvashi stopped before speaking up.

"Hey so, this..."

But the person didn't move at all.

Taking a closer step until he was face to face with the young man, Urvashi had a thoughtful expression.

Upon reaching him, he started waving his hand in front of him, but the young man kept still as a statue.

After poking him and seeing no reaction, Urvashi had come to the conclusion that this place was frozen in time.

It wasn't like he hadn't expected something like this, but it just served to satiate his curiosity even more.

Who had brought him here?

While he was thinking about this, Urvashi took another glance at the young man and saw something that made his entire being tremble.

In the reflection of the young man's eyes, he saw a figure stand behind him. Granted, it was outside the house and was only visible due to the window being there.

He had two options on how to deal with this situation.

First, he would pretend to be frozen just as the man in front of him was.

Or second, he would try to fight that thing.

Thinking quickly, he spun around while reaching for his gun.

Now facing the figure, he saw a 3-meter tall monster made up of pink flesh without eyes. On its pink flesh, it had blue spots which were taking on the shape of a clock.

He fired quickly, but the bullet stopped mid-air.