"..."
When the Fishing Horn sounded, the Ghost Truck had already built up a head of steam.
Though it was clearly an uncanny thing from beyond reality, it crushed two distinct tire marks into the road. Reeking of an overheating engine mixed with the stench of blood, it barreled forward, crushing everything in its path.
Mad and domineering, it crushed all before it.
But the sound of the Fishing Horn coming straight toward it instantly filled the uncanny thing with deep fear.
It saw Han Su standing in the middle of the road. It also saw the chilling gaze shooting from Han Su's right eye along with the blood streaming from it.
In that instant, it seemed to recall some terrifying and painful experience from before.
The fear was so intense that it abruptly swerved, missing its intended course and hurtling off at an angle.
As it brushed past Han Su, it was about to plunge into the fog ahead and disappear.
"So this monster really is trying to run?"
Han Su recited the Spell and felt Mental Power pouring wildly from his right eye. Along with the giant's shadow and the frenzied drumbeat, it gathered into a formidable force.
He gripped the Anchor of the Dead Sea in his left hand, ready to strike at the first opportunity. But he hadn't expected the Ghost Truck to flee without even having the courage to charge straight at him.
People were already stationed at every position outside, so in theory, there was no way this uncanny truck could escape. But after going to all the trouble of luring it here, how could he risk it?
He gritted his teeth and lunged after it.
Mental Power gathered in his left hand, and he reached out to grab it with all his strength.