The Rotating Millstone, a Terrifying Attack

When the glasses man regained consciousness again, he found himself lying on a huge stone.

"What is this place..."

His head was spinning. He tried to prop himself up and climb to his feet, but failed several times. His entire body felt sore and painful, and he was terribly weak.

He had not experienced this feeling in many years.

Rumble... rumble...

Rumble...

Suddenly, the huge stone began to shake violently, then slowly started turning.

Under this force, the glasses man's weakened body inevitably fell to the ground again. As the stone rotated, he began rolling across it, completely unable to control himself.

After rolling only a short distance, he saw a pitch-black vertical shaft appear ahead.

"Fuck!"

At that moment, the glasses man suddenly realized where he was.

"That stone mill—I'm on the stone mill!"

As an Awakened who had experienced countless Supernatural Events, there was nothing he could not believe.

If there was,

then it could only mean he had not experienced enough.

"Gurururu—"

"Rumble rumble—"

"Creak, creak—"

The uneven millstone and the friction between its grooves made an enormous noise, shaking his ears until they rang incessantly.

The glasses man sprawled on the ground like a critically ill patient, struggling desperately and inching his body forward bit by bit to avoid falling into that shaft.

"I have to find a way out of here..."

He looked around.

The space beyond the huge stone was not a room, but a chaotic void. There was nothing there, and he could not see anything either.

"I wonder how Awen is doing now..."

"And that strange young man."

He moved his body with difficulty, doing his best not to fall into the shaft. At that moment, the two people who had remained in the corridor came to mind.

Especially that young man.