The blacksmith's face twisted with urgency, as if some long-buried memory had resurfaced. His voice was tense as he urged Hutson to leave immediately.
Hutson gave a curt nod and strode toward the door, but at the threshold, he paused and turned back. "Uncle Blacksmith, do you know how to get out?"
The blacksmith hesitated, his expression clouding with pain. He gripped his forehead, his voice hoarse and uncertain. "I... I've forgotten so much. But I do know this: stay until dawn, and you will be able to leave. Most importantly—stay away from the houses. Do not go near them!"
A strangled cry tore from his throat as he collapsed to the ground, clutching his head. Something grotesque began to bulge from his back, writhing as if trying to break free.
Without hesitation, Hutson spun around and slammed the door shut behind him.
Boom!
A thunderous impact shook the door, sending tremors rippling through the entire street.
