No one had words to speak after they heard that only twenty six of them had made it to through the Crimson Night.
Ishiki even felt a few glances towards him. He couldn't help but curse that damned fool—Sam, standing some steps away.
What made it far more worse was the fact that it was not just "who disappeared"—they literally couldn't remember who had been there before.
The two names existed on the list where there were thirty one names in total. But the people had turned to empty spaces at the gathering. Their memories were just... gone.
Erased as completely as if those people had never existed at all.
Ishiki could feel... actually, everyone could feel it. The cold fingers wrapping around their hearts. The physical manifestation of fear, dread, and helplessness coiling tighter and squeezing.
Ishiki saw the faces of his fellow players darken, one of the girls even fell to her knees gasping and crying.
