The sound rose from the middle of the grassland where a circular patch of crushed grass was.
On a closer look, it was rising from none other than Iwan.
With the demonic rhythm of his snores, even the grass blades were bowing their head away from him. The night was the most horrifying night in the history of this grassland.
With these demonic noises rising from Iwan's mouth, in just one night, the grass blades around him had slowly withered away. The ones that were far away from him had been frozen in their bowing positions.
One night was enough to leave the grassland even worse than before.
The temperature had dropped too. The temperature had gone down so much that one could physically tell. But, Iwan, who was the reason behind this, wouldn't know all that as he was now sound asleep, which had hardly come to him in the first place.
