Drip—!
Gin's eyes widened in astonishment, discomfort coursing through him as a rigid steel rod pressed against his body.
Excruciating.
Gin's mind raced with the intensity of his agony, yet his mouth remained silent, unable to release the screams trapped within him. Four looming Horrors fixated on the same tree where he perched, adding to the weight of his dread.
Fortunately, the tree stood with its back turned to the Horrors, shielding Gin behind its trunk.
It appeared that the Steeled Horror had meticulously tracked Gin's every move for three consecutive days. Patiently biding its time, the relentless Horror seized the perfect opportunity right here and there.
Swoosh—!
In a swift and coordinated attack, steel rods suddenly shot out from multiple trees, puncturing them with alarming speed.
