The cry of a celestial beast gave the signal for the barrage of bullets to begin. Yet, when the cry filled the air again, bullets weren't the only thing that stopped.
'What now?' Etaria thought, tightening her hands to the point her nails started to cut through the skin of her palms, digging directly into her flesh.
But rather than a new round of madness descending… only silence was daring enough to replace the stalled chaos from before.
The crowd of survivors of Salvador's army froze, terrified by the repeated scream to the point they could no longer muster the strength to push themselves through the sticky mud of the wetlands. Yet, as more and more of them realized that no further attacks had come from the forest, the momentary freeze of the situation quickly came to an end.
Or so it would, if not for a small group of merely four people walking out from between the trees.
"What the…"
