The White Perch raised his brows to the ceiling as he watched the back of the cloaked person merrily walk out from the scene.
"A Cockatrice..." he muttered before his lung suddenly paused. The root of his goosebumps was struck by an instantaneous shock as the rest of its body rose to the extreme. His spine was crawled by freezing ice and his pupils shrunk to a trembling dot. His right hand was still on the grip of his unsheathed sword but he couldn't pull it out no matter how much will he put into it. Cold sweat started forming on his forehead before he realized the awkward silence that his guild gave them.
( W-What frightening aura! ) said The White Perch inwardly as he clenched his jaw. His instinct was screaming at him, there was someone standing right behind him. A sudden presence that cowered his mighty blade.
"Hahaha, that one was good," an energic voice filled with the joy of laughter was heard reverberating the silent hall.
