A low breath left his nose and he proceeded to grab his torchlight. However, an unknown vigorous wind blew around them, furiously fluttering their clothes and hairs.
The trees in the wood vigorously moved from one side to another, and the leaves fluttered violently. From afar, something actively flew towards them, falling heavily with a loud bang on the ground. Spirited wind once again blew, and another shadow from a distance whisked forward, landing on the first thing that fell on the ground.
Woodie's heart instantly skipped a bit, and he turned to glance at his friends, whose lashes were flickering violently with deep fear in their eyes and their bodies shivering uncontrollably.
He followed the trail of their sight, and the moment his eyes fell on what they were looking at, his entire body stilled and he unexpectedly wet his shorts.
