Gin slowly picked up the pace as he started walking forward, setting aside his chained dagger. He observed the three Horrors positioned themselves in what seemed to be advantageous for them while bringing out his blade of despair.
Shing—!
Gripping the sword with one hand with ease, Gin saw Dune and the others getting farther and farther from his sight as he couldn't find a way to chase them unless he killed the three Horrors on his front.
Swoosh—!
Gin rushed forward while disappearing into thin air, but the three Horrors immediately followed where he was even though he was invisible in the eyes of others.
Swoosh—!
Gin's eyes widened in alarm as he sensed the Horror with its elongated horse-like mouth and charred, torn skin lunging towards him, aiming to bite him down.
Tak—!
