It was like an upheaval of darkness.
Tentacles pouring out of the black fog had filled almost every corner of the village.
And reality had already proven that, faced with overwhelming fear of the unknown and extreme pressure to survive, all kinds of creatures tended to behave alike. After all, even fighting and hatred required staying alive first!
A crowd of people raced through the streets like headless flies, their faces twisted in desperation (〃´皿`).
And behind the clamor of their footsteps...
The surging black fog showed no sign of retreating. Instead, it followed them at an unhurried pace, as though playing a game of cat and mouse.
Toying with them!
It was absolutely toying with them!
Like a cat that had caught a mouse, it was in no hurry to kill them. Instead, it would torment them until their bodies and minds were riddled with wounds, then smack them to death one blow at a time, satisfied and cruel, indulging its crazed, perverse appetite.
"There's no way through!"
The moment the fleeing group rounded a street corner, they stared ahead in horror.
They had reached the edge of the village. Since it lay in the south, its buildings were generally tall and upright, and what blocked their path this time was clearly a dead end.
But just then, the Witcher abruptly drew his sword and roared:
"Everyone, move!"
Almost in an instant...
He gritted his teeth and leaped, raising the sword high before bringing it down on the towering wall ahead.
Boom-
A deafening crash rang out.
The entire wall collapsed under the power of that single strike, and a trembling light of hope once again appeared in the surrounding soldiers' eyes.
But it lasted barely two seconds before their gazes went blank.
As the dust cleared...
Beyond the