They had sensed something was wrong from far away, but too many players were involved in that village for them not to take it seriously.
"What happened? Where are the players?"
The players who had come to investigate felt their hearts pounding, haunted by the sense that something sinister had happened in this village.
Bloodstained soil stretched along the entire road. Some of the blood had been spilled as players fought and killed one another; some came from women whose first time had been forced on them by minotaurs.
Every player who set foot on this land felt an inexplicable tightness in their chest, as though a huge rock were pressing down on their heart, leaving them unable to breathe.
The assassin players had activated stealth early and slipped into the houses ahead of the others, but found no minotaurs living inside.
Clothes, pots, weapons, and other belongings lay scattered haphazardly, as though all the minotaurs had suddenly vanished without any time to put things away.
An entire level-95 village had vanished into thin air?
The assassin players walked out of the village, feeling the terrifying atmosphere it constantly radiated, unable to imagine what power had erased the minotaurs in an instant.
As the players walked through the blood-red lake, they could see bundles of various sizes lying on the ground. A large platform stood in the middle of the lake, bearing fresh hearts, their blood flowing endlessly into the water.
Standing at the site of the Sacrifice Ritual, they felt that oppressive sensation grow even stronger, as though something had happened here.
One player began to experience faint hallucinations, seeing a group of evil minotaurs prostrating themselves in worship and uttering strange sounds. Those sounds were so evil that hearing them inspired revulsion from the bottom of the heart.