"Damn!"
Charles turned toward where the sound had come from, but saw nothing.
He felt a faint breeze blowing toward him. Before the wind even reached him, the back of his neck went cold, as if someone had placed a block of ice there.
Danger! Grave danger!
Charles turned and ran. The danger within the city gate tunnel was unknown; perhaps it merely looked frightening.
But the wind blowing from behind him had now been confirmed as dangerous.
He rushed into the city gate tunnel, but how could a person possibly outrun the wind?
The wind blew over him, and in the next instant, every hair on his body stood on end.
Whispers sounded beside his ears—murmurs too indistinct to make out, along with soft, low laughter.
Charles's steps became unsteady. He could barely remain standing, yet he still struggled onward.
Inside the city gate tunnel, the red candle flames burning in the sconces embedded along both sides trembled faintly in the wind.
The red light on the walls and ground swayed without end as well.
Charles gritted his teeth. On one side of the gate tunnel, he spotted a small opening.
This had to be the night watchman's little room inside the gate tunnel, where they operated the city gates.
The wind of the Shadow Nightmare Realm blew over Charles, turning his body ice-cold.
The murmurs that had once been incomprehensible were gradually becoming clearer.
"...Grandmother's... sewing needle is... sewing my eyelids..."
Charles clenched his teeth, his voice emerging from deep in his throat. "Stop fucking sewing already!"
The next moment, he stumbled and fell into the little room in the gap beside the city gate. Using his last bit of strength, he slammed its wooden door shut.
The faint breeze was blocked outside by the wooden door, and