Chapter 135
As Clayton stood frozen in fear, a gentle light suddenly enveloped Dingo’s body. Snapping out of his daze, Clayton instinctively turned toward the source of the glow. There, he saw Gemma—the glass deer—chanting a spell, her body trembling with effort as she poured everything into saving Dingo.
A wave of mixed emotions washed over Clayton—worry, but also deep gratitude. He was genuinely moved to see his familiars not only cooperating but also showing true care for one another. His eyes locked onto Gemma, silently pleading that her efforts wouldn’t be in vain.
Moments later, the shadow weirds began to seep out of Dingo’s body.
Clayton’s eyes widened. It wasn’t just one or two—half a dozen of them had possessed Dingo all at once. Now he understood the terrible pain his familiar had endured.
Once expelled, the shadow weirds slinked away, visibly shaken by the purification light. But though cautious, they didn’t retreat entirely. They remained still—watching, waiting.
Clayton realized that even the slightest sign of weakness would provoke another attack. The thought sent a chill down his spine. Fortunately, the lingering effects of the holy light gave them a brief moment of safety.
He quickly checked on Dingo. Though unconscious, the dog was stabilizing. Clayton gently placed him into his Entry dimensional space so he could recover safely.
As for Gemma, Clayton kept her close. She had proven invaluable in tight situations like this. Now that the immediate danger had passed, he began thinking of a way out.
With no clear solution, he started exploring the area, taking advantage of the shadow weirds’ hesitation. Their temporary fear gave him the opportunity to move further and deeper into the dark space.
But even after wandering for what felt like ages, he found nothing—no exit, no clues. Worse, the previously wary shadow weirds were starting to stir. He could feel it: another wave of chaos was coming.
Still without a solid plan, Clayton pressed on, praying for a miracle. The space was vast, cold, and oppressively dark. Orientation was nearly impossible. Even his own footsteps echoed ominously, attracting more unwanted attention.
Yet, despite their numbers, the shadow weirds still hadn’t attacked. For a fleeting moment, Clayton felt a strange sense of relief—until he realized the truth.