The ground beneath the square trembled as the shadows coiled and writhed, rising into grotesque forms with glowing crimson eyes. The villagers, frozen in place, stared in a mixture of shock and disbelief.
However, they were still hesitating to run away; it was as if they were waiting for the elders' permission.
But the villagers were last of Alex and Elyra's concerns. The villagers were okay with people being sacrificed, and even if they were all brainwashed, they were still at fault here.
Worrying about people who support their enemy isn't something either Alex or Elyra wanted.
"Stay behind me, Elyra," Alex said, his voice steady but firm.
Elyra, however, gripped her dagger tightly, giving a scoff. "Not a chance. I'm not letting you face this alone." Despite her words, Alex could see her trembling hands. It was not uncalled for, though.