Someone chose to unsheathe their weapon, unabashedly under the silver moonlight.
As the sharp metal was slowly drawn, the friction it created was so loud, it was as if it were screaming out its bloodthirsty desire.
Someone slowly swallowed.
…
Unseen by the people above their heads, a lizard stealthily approached its predestined position when the people finally made up their minds.
The drool already hanging from the creature's mouth above the human heads was ready to drop at any moment.
Everyone had no other, better way to understand and decide on the matter.
It seemed that any further actions taken by the people were about to become highly volatile.
The situation was, to some extent, extremely intriguing.
What recognition and thoughts about the matter should one pursue to make the best judgment?
Some people felt that perhaps at this moment the situation had already become clearly understood.
After all, they were incapable of doing much—could they really escape anymore?