Rustle~
A soft rustling sound rippled through the Kasha. Though faint, it reached everyone's ears, like a delicate tickle brushing against their ears. Everything came to a sudden standstill, be it the monsters attacking the city or the people fighting back.
All heads turned towards the northern side.
While some could see it clearly, some could only catch the faint red rustling in the air.
However, if there was one felt, it was the tremendous pressure coming from the distance. It overwhelmed everything, and the faces of several people paled at the sight.
"Oh, no."
Mumbling quietly, Arten Myron placed his hand behind his back in an attempt to hide the trembling. But it was no use.
Every part of him gave away the dread and terror he felt.
From his overly constricted pupils, his labored breath, and his pale face.
He wasn't the only one feeling this way.
'...This is bad.'
