The air was exceptionally still at that moment.
Especially coupled with the feeling of being watched from all around, a sensation enough to drive one mad, it created a level of psychological oppression that was hard to bear.
Amid it all,
there were also sounds coming from their teammate, making it an atmosphere that seriously drained one's sanity. Lina's condition was gradually worsening.
Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle~
Lina's body was abnormally heavy. Her breathing had become rougher and more irregular than before, and from time to time she let out unsettling, scalp-crawling gurgles.
The sound echoed through the silent corridor, as though heralding some terrible change.
To be honest,
the thoughts that surfaced in their minds truly frightened them both. What they had realized was enough to challenge the moral limits and psychological defenses they possessed as white wizards.
Could it really be that?
That terrifying possibility left neither of them daring to think too deeply about it.
However,
it was a fact unfolding before their eyes. No matter what, they still had to face it.
"Karg." Saruman's voice trembled, and the light from his wand flickered with his unstable emotions. "Look at these creatures. There are traces of artificial creation on them."
Saruman had actually realized the problem already. He simply still did not dare say it aloud.
"Artificial creations..." Karg froze for a moment, then split a lunging monster apart with his battle axe, its foul-smelling blood splashing across his face.
He wiped his face and immediately understood what his close friend meant. His face turned deathly pale, and the hand gripping his axe trembled slightly. "You mean they used to be... people?"
How should one put it?
Karg had actually realized it too. But because the battle was still ongoing, he had built up mental defenses for himself,