"What are you waiting for? Kill him!"
Frozen in the face of their friends' agonizing deaths and the words of the person who committed the act, the crowd snapped to their senses at the sound resembling a whip striking their backs. Clearly, they were more terrified of Kasper than the scene before them.
Two youths standing nearby lunged simultaneously; one wielded a long sword, and the other a silver-tipped spear. The cutting edges of the two weapons reached Mel's body at the same time, but there was an obstacle they had to overcome first.
When his hands, which had taken the form of claws, gripped the weapons, the attacking party did not stop; using their bodies, they continued to push forward. Despite this, they weren't advancing a millimeter, and the vibration radiating from the tips of the weapons was shaking their bodies.
