The three of them walked through the blood-soaked street in silence.
Every step splashed in crimson, echoing faintly in the dead stillness of the town. The air itself felt heavier now thick, suffocating, and charged with something unseen.
Amon noticed something different.
'Why are there no bodies near the square? I remember they threw out the road,' Amon thought in confusion. There was something not right.
Amon frowned, his instincts screaming a warning.
Selena's expression hardened, while Jareth raised his shield slightly, the faint shimmer of mana flickering across its surface.
"That presence…" Selena whispered.
"It's coming from the square."
Amon nodded. "Yeah… I can feel it too."
Even though Amon was the weakest, every person can sense danger. Something dreadful. It's human instinct.
Each step forward made the pressure stronger. The closer they got, the more the air distorted, as if reality itself were trembling.
