"Fuck!!" The scene in front of them was extremely shocking.
The undead had completely given up on the idea of resistance. They decisively and simply abandoned their teammates and fled; no one wanted to be filled by tentacles that looked like those of a Kybba. Even while running away, they didn't dare to look back.
But their ears could still hear the disgusting slurping sounds until they received the message of their teammates' deaths.
They fled with all their might, like Cinderellas who had stumbled into a noble ball, with twisted bosses in evening gowns emerging from each room, some laughing, some screeching.
The mad laughter followed them like a biting wind clinging to their backs.
The ball, which should have been silent, became lively at the arrival of new guests.
Loves White Silk and the others were scattered from the main group, followed by the news of their teammates' deaths.
Now, they were the last survivors.
