The Blade Lord stood frozen, his wide eyes locked on the twenty skeletons cloaked in dark energy within the dome-like area.
Their menacing aura rivaled or surpassed the bears that had nearly killed him, stirring a primal fear that his newfound strength couldn't fully dispel. His breath caught as he scanned the oppressive darkness, searching for allies in this shared nightmare.
As expected, the Poison Lord and Beauty Lord were equally paralyzed, their faces pale, while the other fighters trembled under the weight of the skeletons' malevolent presence. The Blade Lord struggled to tear his gaze away, his heart pounding with a dread that felt all too familiar.
Then, his eyes darted to Jenny and Cynthia at the forefront.
Unlike the others, their faces radiated fearlessness, a stark contrast to the terror gripping the group. As leaders, their calm resolve was unshaken, and the Blade Lord's mind raced.
