The alley fell briefly silent.
Then, under the restless gazes of the men, Anvis slowly turned around.
Beneath his night-dark hood, the shadows concealing his face faded away.
An incomparably bizarre and twisted visage was reflected in the terrified eyes of the group.
Like the darkest, most sinister, sanity-shattering nightmare lurking at the bottom of an abyss!
A smooth, pale face without features, with a grotesque Black Hole that seemed capable of devouring both gaze and soul.
In the depths of that bottomless darkness, some indescribable existence seemed to be lurking, writhing—
Accompanied by the ancient pressure of Old Days Majesty, as well as the mental suggestion Anvis had deliberately adjusted to a special frequency.
A tremendous sense of terror seized the hearts of the Refugees present.
It made them tremble all over, their limbs numb with fear, leaving them unable to move.
At the same time, pitch-black Tentacles silently crawled up from their calves, while grotesque, discordant whispers rang beside their ears.
Yet when they listened carefully, the whispers clearly arose from within their own hearts, gradually filling their entire minds.
"Hey! Hahaha!"
Two men with weaker wills suddenly rolled their eyes back and began to laugh foolishly, drool spilling from the corners of their mouths, their expressions vacant and idiotic.
Unable to bear the fear in their hearts, they had suffered mental breakdowns.
Anvis hurriedly lowered the intensity of the suggestion and withdrew the Tentacles, lest his test subjects be used up too soon.
But even so, the remaining three Refugees also suffered mental breakdowns one after another within seconds.
The only one barely maintaining the fragile thread of his sanity, without snapping completely, was Scarface Man, the strongest among them.
Thus, using the man's fixed gaze upon the black hole in his face, Anvis planted the Twisted