Looking at the Soul-binding Stone Tomb control panel again, Noland Lee had only one thought in his mind.
And that was to get the hell out of there!
Otherwise, his life would be in serious danger.
An instant 'Death Pulse' was no joke.
Perhaps it was because Corporal Mars had heard his cry for help, or maybe because Mars had finished scouting.
Either way, one moment Noland was worried for his situation, and the next, he heard Mars calling out to him.
"Jarvis! Jarvis! Hurry back!"
Without hesitation, Noland turned around and fled.
His movement seemed to have provoked a violent reaction, much like cold water splashing into boiling oil.
A wailing cold wind swept through the tomb, stirring up the poisonous fog, causing it to roil violently.
Noland was staggered by the gusty wind coming from behind him and he nearly lost his balance and fell to the ground.
Just as he was steadying himself, he immediately felt a profound sense of sorrow emanating from the cold wind.
