Under the night sky, in a small forest, a group of people fled as if their lives depended on it, an uneasy emotion filling their hearts. They couldn't care less about anything else, just wanting to escape as quickly as possible, as if even a second's delay would bring them the threat of death.
At this moment, they wished they could sprout wings and fly away, only then could they escape this life-and-death catastrophe.
Anxiety and panic welled up within them, spreading throughout their entire bodies.
Infected by these emotions, it seemed as if the small forest under the night sky was also filled with a murderous and deathly silent aura.
The fleeing group had widened the distance between them, but their goal was clear: to keep moving forward in an attempt to escape from the deadly atmosphere behind them.
Heavy footsteps and labored breathing echoed through the forest.
