The sudden shift in atmosphere was immediate.
The remaining players—those who had yet to step foot into the boss area—halted in their tracks.
Many were halfway through their charge, weapons still raised, expressions bright with the excitement of battle. But now, they froze.
One by one, they looked up at the golden figure floating above the poisonous mist.
"Terry…?"
"Is that really…?"
The words Terry had spoken just moments ago still lingered in the air, echoing inside their minds.
"Only to backstab me. And trap me in that cage."
Their confusion quickly turned into realisation, and the horror fully settled in.
"Wait… what does he mean trap?" one of the players muttered.
"He said Yano… trapped him?"
"I-Is that true?"
More murmurs rippled through the crowd, swelling with tension.
"No way…"
"Yano did that? He lied to us?!"
"All this was planned?"
