Not one sound came from any of the men gathered, but in a split second they had been transported from the mortal plane to the deepest depths of hell.
Noctis finally opened his eyes to look at the man right in front of him.
Every vein on his body could be seen on his skin, blackened and tight, his face contorted into a ghastly pale as a root held the neck tight, forbidding any blood from going up despite his heart beating like a war drum.
Gritting his teeth till they were bleeding, the man somehow uttered through immense pain,
"Y-you… Who... are you?"
Noctis just stared into the man's eyes before forcing them shut through a root.
After doing the same to the others, he moved towards the other side and started getting dressed.
While rummaging through the clothes, he had a few squeaking sounds coming from the ordinary men that were tied with barbed vines.
