"Whoosh" The sound of something breaking through the air suddenly rang out, cutting through the night sky. The dagger fell to the ground with a crisp clanging sound. The man felt a pain in his wrist, and the force pushed him back repeatedly until his subordinate supported him quickly.
The man swept his gaze around sharply and shouted, "Who is it? Come out now." Behind him, his brothers had already drawn their weapons, ready for a fight.
"Thud, thud, thud," footsteps followed closely in the darkness. Every step seemed to tread upon his heart, causing an unstoppable acceleration of his heartbeat. An indescribable fear gripped his entire being, as if Death's hand had clamped around his throat, rendering him unable to move.
A strong figure emerged from the darkness, a looming presence like a mighty lion, with eyes as sharp as knives, making his entire being weigh heavily on the heart like a towering mountain, instilling sudden fear.
