All of a sudden, footsteps echoed from the shadows.
"What about the code?" Zhao Li Xin's voice drifted out from the corner, quiet, unhurried, and colder than the glacier itself. When he stepped into the light, the atmosphere shifted as if the room itself recoiled.
Igor's breath hitched. The others had been frightening, yes, but this man was...different. The air feel stagnant, his step was soundless, it almost like he was floating.
Igor felt the oxygen in the room become thin for some reason, and the pressure around him suddenly became extremely heavy, like a mountain was pressing on his chest. But what scared him the most was a sudden voice screaming in his head, saying: RUN!
Alas, he was tight down and wounded. But even if he wasn't, he didn't think he could run. As if he were nailed to the ground, as fear froze him in his place, helpless.
