Clayton rushed outside—and was stunned to see a familiar middle-aged figure standing at his door.
"Uncle Henry? How are you? Please, come in," Clayton said reflexively.
But he immediately regretted the invitation. He'd forgotten that his dog was still undergoing a mysterious transformation inside the house.
Henry gave a faint smile and shook his head, wearing his usual melancholic expression.
"No need, Clayton. I just came to deliver a message. Don't trouble yourself."
Clayton let out a quiet sigh of relief. Still, out of politeness, he insisted.
"Come on, Uncle. Just for a moment…"
"No, no. I'm actually in a bit of a rush," Henry replied quickly.
Seeing his firm refusal, Clayton nodded and didn't press further.
But before they could speak more, a sudden flash of blinding light burst from inside the house.
Clayton froze, unable to believe his eyes. He glanced at Henry, who looked just as shocked. That alone confirmed the light wasn't just in his imagination.
