In the corridor of the first floor, a group of guards stared at the door at the end, feeling uneasy.
—Why aren't they coming out yet?
Four people ambushing two Undead Puppets, with sword oil specially targeting Soulfire applied to their blades—this made no sense.
Suddenly, with a "creak," the door was pushed open.
The group readied themselves in an instant, eyes fixed ahead, bows drawn, spells quietly recited, longswords gripped tight.
Their Perception spread out in front, stacking like butter, layer upon layer, ensuring the opponent's Perception could not disperse.
However, they ignored what was behind them—
Thud thud thud thud!
Sounds like metal stakes piercing meat echoed repeatedly as blood-soaked branches unexpectedly penetrated their wrists, shoulders, and calves, then coiled and contracted, binding each body tightly against the wall like specimens.
—How is this possible!?
Shock surfaced in everyone's minds.
