The monster suddenly launched its attack, once again extending its tongue from the darkness like a sword being unsheathed.
Facing the assault from the darkness, humans seemed helpless, lacking any means to resist the enemy's actions.
Despair shrouded the crowd at that moment, leaving them without any power to fight back or any capacity to face what was coming, robbing them of any possibility of mounting a defense.
How should one respond to the opponent's likely next move, a slaughter-like offensive?
Although aware of what they were facing and that the enemy was ready to attack, everyone knew this but did not know how to deal with such a troublesome situation.
There was also something else, something that should not occupy one's thoughts regarding the problem, as if Elena had become particularly without the need to ponder or care about the locked back door.
Struggles, or rather, a certain fear intertwined within the heart.