The three stood there like living statues.
Then, the man with the blessed sword whimpered, his weapon clinking weakly as it tapped the ground. The other two couldn't even look away, his eyes held them down like anchors.
It wasn't fear of death; it was the realization that death had already been decided for them.
Noah tilted his head slightly, and those simple movements made one of them fall to his knees, gasping for air like he'd been drowning the entire time.
The people behind those three weren't aware of their comrades' circumstances. There were others who were charging abilities, ready to unleash them after the three people were successful in their attack.
But when they saw the three fall to the ground without the slightest sign that the monsters did anything to them, even their courage faltered.
Boom!
Their bodies jolted as their attention was drawn to the screams and explosions in the other direction.
