Chapter 1825

Hence, Elijah's words lacked credibility.

Elijah chuckled, treating them like jesters. "Even in such dire straits, the two of you refuse to give up?"

He continued, "Fine, since you insist on seeing the evidence, I'll show you." He raised his hand and flicked his fingers.

A golden streak shot into the sky, exploding with a resounding bang. It transformed into a myriad of golden specks, gently descending like confetti.

After a moment, rhythmic footsteps echoed from the distant end of the street. Growing louder as they approached, Atticus and Ignatius could feel the ground beneath their feet subtly vibrating.

As the footsteps advanced, the ground tremors intensified. Upon sensing this, Atticus and Ignatius felt an unsettling premonition.

Before they could comprehend what was happening, a multitude of silhouettes appeared on the horizon. The sheer number covered the entire street, extending beyond their line of sight.

"How … how is this possible?"

Staring at the densely packed so