The sharp and distorted wail of the Banshee was like some kind of translucent boundary, centered on her hovering body, rapidly radiating outward at a terrifying speed that ordinary adventurers simply couldn't react to.
For the stones scattered on the ground, stained with blood, or the crude broken wooden sticks, such a wail, along with the adventurers' roars from the battle and the goblins' laments, made no difference at all.
As the sonic wave swept through, these lifeless debris remained quietly on the spot, unchanged.
But at the same time, the living creatures within the cave... encountered a different fate altogether.
The closest to the Banshee was the Bear Goblin, heavily injured under the attack of the Half-orc Gangke, weakly lying on the cold ground, its chest sunken in, blood continuously gushing from its mouth as it gasped for breath.
When the wail from the Banshee penetrated its ears, the death it awaited came as expected.
