Seeing the giant hand in the purple mist grab for the black cloak, Charles's heart skipped a beat.
The Darkness hadn't disappeared for no reason; it had truly been taken away by some entity.
The footage kept playing. The massive palm swept over, its fingers crashing down like sky-high pillars and collapsing the houses one after another. A shard of flying glass knocked the camera askew, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared across the screen.
Through the tilted lens, Charles saw 068 also being snatched up and dragged along with the Darkness toward the hazy cube within the purple mist.
The purple mist was rapidly receding, but the hazy cube never fully revealed itself. Instead, it was dragging the two items away as it sped into the distance. As time went on, the cube within the purple mist seemed to be gradually changing shape.
"Wait." Charles double-clicked the mouse, pausing the video. He then pulled out his diary and began sketching frantically.
