Silence, an extreme silence. The several Level 4 Beast Masters of the Stellar Empire stood frozen in place, their bodies stiff and completely unresponsive.
Silas, on the other hand, jumped up like an agitated cat, frantically twisting his neck to look in the direction of the voice.
"Who! Who's there?!" Silas shouted.
In the distance, near the pile of stones, the area remained deserted and eerily quiet, as if the voice just now had been an illusion.
Silas widened his eyes, staring intently at the distant stone pile, resembling a child home alone who cautiously peeks out after hearing unusual noises from the kitchen in the middle of the night.
The chaotic rocks, the dry grass, and the intermingled red and blue lights created a strange atmosphere.
Silas couldn't help but inch closer to Dante, swallowing hard as he forced himself to remain calm, but his trembling voice betrayed him.
