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Not only them. Angor also saw the toy soldiers beside the teacups.

He recalled Sunders saying something about "dealing with the monsters". Did that man just threw them into the Nightmare Domain and left them there?

"That was terrible customer service, professor," he mumbled in frustration.

But it was not the time to care about those monsters now. Angor looked to the other side, at the guards covered in his mist, and decided to deal with them first.

He did not know how to utilize the Nightmare Domain yet. But it did not matter since he had never intended to use the domain for help.

Angor turned around and put a hand on Prome's shoulder. Prome's eyes immediately focused and saw through the mist.

"You go back first, sir. I'll handle this," Angor spoke in a small voice.

Prome frowned. "We can get away together while they're inside the mist. Are you really going to fight Twilight Auction? You should escape."