In Trouble[2]

Lela felt the same dread creeping into her bones.

They could try to run, but the beasts were faster. They wouldn't make it far before getting caught.

Their only option was to fight.

But against this many…

What do their combined strength even do?!

Before either of them could speak, a presence stirred in the distance.

A dark silhouette materialized a few meters behind the horde of beasts.

The figure stood still, shrouded in shadows, their features obscured by the dim lighting.

Despite the lack of visibility, an overwhelming sense of unease washed over Lela.

A chill ran down her spine, her instincts screaming at her that this was no ordinary person.

Cynthia felt it too.

Her fingers trembled slightly around the shaft of her spear, her throat dry.

Then, the figure spoke.

A deep, almost amused voice echoed through the air, its words carrying effortlessly despite the distance.