The ones at the top of the walls had their fingers crossed, biting their nails as they stared at the two figures below.
Their heartbeat raced as if they were running a marathon; they held their nerves with ice in their veins.
They held each other's hands and looked at the monsters below. Everything was their fate and future, and hope was on the shoulder of the masked figure below.
He stood at his place facing the massive monster, and he was surprised by its appearance. It was merely due to curiosity.
His eyes started shining crimson; he had still not forgotten how this monster had interfered in his hunt.
Bloodlust was taking over, and the big eye behind him shone brightly, releasing more killing intent. Reacting to it, the masked figure became crazier.
For a moment, even the colossal monster was surprised; never had he thought someone would dare to show bloodlust toward him.
