Chapter 7: Anxiety's Grip
The surviving number dwindled to six, yet their determination to survive soared immeasurably high.
Due to the shock wave, Elena suffered bleeding from her ears and nose, leaving her unconscious on the ground.
‘Ting Tong Too’ A strange bell noise rang above us as the speaker was once again opened. "Hmm... I see, so more died... You guys are weaker than I assumed."
“You piece of sh*t! Try surviving that on your own, and then speak for yourself.” Marcus spat blood on the floor after spouting the words in anger.
“Why should I, hmm? I thought you would be strong and intelligent…I wonder how you killed those in your life. Were you not proud and enticed by your power, hmm?” the voice mocked.
Marcus sighed in frustration, clicking his tongue before closing his mouth. He realized that arguing more would only escalate things. The room felt heavy with unsaid words, and he clenched his fists, holding back the urge to speak.