The snowflakes in the sky were falling thicker now, the night deepened further, the temperature plummeted, and the snowflakes landed on the ground soundlessly.
Everything around was silent. Not even the sound of breathing could be heard. Time seemed to have frozen, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the space behind Mir, including Mir himself.
The black gun barrel almost melded into the dark of night, but it emitted an icy chill colder than the night itself.
Snowflakes landed on the gun's body, melting in mere moments, while the hand gripping the gun stayed steady as Tarza Mountain.
The direction the barrel pointed? It was at him!
Mir's body trembled, the gun pressed against Scarlett Glenn's neck trembling along with it. His eyes were on the verge of shattering; he stared at the person holding the gun, almost unable to believe it.
This gun barrel—was it really aimed at him?
No, he didn't believe it. He couldn't believe it.
