Ashton rushed in to finish the fight, but as soon as he took a step, everything froze. The undead, the wolves, the air... everything. He was still aware of his surroundings but he couldn't move an inch, nor could anything else. It was as if someone had stopped the time itself.
'What's going on?' Ashton asked Astaroth, but there was no answer, 'Damn it!'
Ashton did not like what was going on. Even Astaroth was 'frozen'. But unlike what he was thinking, not everything was frozen.
From the corner of his eyes, Ashton saw the Behemoth making his way toward him. It could have been one of the undead's skills, but to be honest, Ashton was too focused on the Behemoth to even think about anything else.
He was helpless and the behemoth could finish him in a single strike, had he desired to do so. But it didn't seem like the creature was planning on ending him so soon.
