Everyone on stage was covered in a cold sweat.
The villains, the crowd, even the rigid backdrop paintings and prop trees were trembling incessantly in the still theatre, and the polished oak floor, as if under unbearable pressure, groaned with a creaking sound.
The reason lay at the center stage, a fully armored actor playing the role of a holy knight.
At first glance, he seemed like a naughty child playing a hero, clad in heavy armor. There were no robust muscles to fill out the armor, and his tall figure failed to outline a strong physique, instead highlighting a lean impression. Compared to his slender body, the overly robust breastplate made the knight look like a potato attached to matchsticks.
Such a strong sense of discordance already made people feel eerie. Because the helmet's face shield was put down and one could not see the other party's face, but a clear sense of oppression from being stared at, made people feel inexplicably fearful.
