Barrett felt a bit dizzy, as if his senses were dulling further. At this point, the young woman took his hand, pulling him to continue their dance.
Even though he was utterly exhausted, Barrett found he could not stop, his heart anticipating something.
Not far away, a man dancing suddenly lifted off the ground, a black hand grabbed the man, and instead of crying for help, he cheered madly as if it wouldn't matter if his voice broke.
Compared to the demonic black hand, the man's body was less than a third the size of the palm.
Following that, Barrett saw the man's head being held between a black index finger and thumb. The hand continued to squeeze it, bit by bit, and a bone-chilling scream emerged from this man's mouth, followed by the sound of a crack.
A skull flew out of the black palm, landing on the ground and rolling towards Barrett's feet.
The skull was covered in fresh blood, the smell of which filled the air.
