Everyone instinctively pressed their lips together, afraid of letting out even the faintest sound.
The muffled cries of the man with the broken arm were also suddenly cut off as the others hurriedly stuffed a cloth into his mouth, desperate to prevent him from making any noise that might attract their attention.
They were scared—really, really scared of doing anything that might cause their deaths, and after witnessing Lucian's actions—how he had casually sliced Glenn's hand off—none of them could blame themselves for feeling that way.
There was no way that man was human, not after seeing those sharp, unnaturally long claws extending from his arm.
Their attention briefly shifted towards the woman, who was wearing a black maid's dress. Her posture was graceful, and her expression completely stony, with not even the slightest trace of emotion on her face.
Meanwhile—
"NGHAAAA—GHK!"
