Hiss!
Just as the gaze of the enormous figure on the light screen shifted their way, the two horses pulling the cart let out a series of neighs before collapsing helplessly to the ground, no longer responding to Peters's tugging in the slightest.
And then...
Peters's entire body trembled.
Cold sweat broke out all over his body.
He gripped his short sword tightly.
Panting, panting.
His heavy breathing couldn't be adjusted, and as Peters lifted his head to gaze at the giant figure behind him, merely catching sight of it out of the corner of his eye left his throat so dry he could not utter a word.
He wanted to warn Jason inside the carriage to be careful.
At least!
Don't come out!
Staying inside, there might still be a slim chance of survival.
But once he came out!
According to rumors about the other's temperament, it really might provoke a reckless strike from them!
But Peters's parched throat only allowed him to make hissing noises that weren't even coherent sentences.
