Upon hearing that voice, the team leader involuntarily shuddered.
He could distinctly feel his hands trembling, a deep-seated fear gripping him.
"One of our scout teams hasn't returned yet, and even the magical beasts are missing..."
He couldn't finish his sentence.
The last words hung in the air as he suddenly felt an invisible force constricting his throat.
His eyes bulged, nearly popping out, but he couldn't control them.
He found himself clutching at his neck as if it would somehow ease his discomfort.
But his face was turning a shade of bluish-purple, and in the next second, he felt as though he would stop breathing entirely.
It felt as if a giant hand had grabbed his heart, ready to crush it the next moment, turning him into one of the lifeless bodies lying nearby.
Just when he thought he was certainly going to die, he was suddenly thrown to the ground.
Thud!
