A bad premonition quickly flashed in the young man's mind, this was not a supernatural ability but common sense almost screaming at him. As he slowly backed away he tried to talk the man next to him into doing the same, but the cloaked man didn't respond, an experience that quickly gave the young man flashbacks of the earlier incident, only that something was fundamentally different. The archer's gaze wasn't distant but frozen with fear, his expression twisted revealing the same emotion, an abnormal reaction unexpected of a fierce archer that faced a terrifying monster earlier.
Suddenly the young man saw the leg in front of him bend slowly and a huge bright red head dangling in front of him, its veins bulging and its gaze penetrating deep into his soul. His heart palpitated as his head veins bulged similarly to the monster facing him, and his expression twisted as if mimicking the archer.
The young man felt as if his joints and muscles had become filled with rust moving stiffly and barely responding to his commands. It was getting better for some reason but not quickly enough to make a timely escape or to be able to call out loudly for help as his vocal cords were no exception, he quickly put up a plan and started executing it.
In the middle of a ruined hallway, now serving as a makeshift camp, a ringing sound echoed in the minds of the people present there, followed by a distorted plea. As the people looked around, their gazes all gathered on a dimly lit corridor. A heavy impact followed and the sound of glass breaking quickly reverberated through the corridor reaching their ears.
Almost instantly the group headed towards the entrance of the corridor, reflected in their eyes was a giant red hand reaching through the window towards two human figures, one of which was slowly accelerating towards them, using the other as a barrier separating him from the behemoth.
The young man slowly turned his head as he looked at the scene behind him, as the hand grabbed the archer's body. A crushing sound quickly resounded into his ears as the scene became a bloody mess, and the floor was painted with crimson flowers.
The meatball covered in black cloth was quickly thrown out the window as another hand reached toward the accelerating figure but this time it found itself pushed away as a bulky figure quickly cut off three of its fingers, and blue blood gushed out from the wounds. All of this happened so quickly that to the young man, it looked like one singular motion.
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"Don't let it pull its hand out" shouted the elder confidently
An oppressive scream was soon heard outside as the half-collapsed building rumbled and shook. As the giant monster tried to pull its hand occupying the whole floor-to-ceiling window frame, the leader held onto it as he waited for the archer that ran to his side. Suddenly a huge thick nail made of lusterous silvery metal appeared in mid-air floating as if weightless. As it stood there a voice filled with spite soon resounded.
"Elly give it all you've got!"
A clap quickly followed as the nail fell onto the giant's hand penetrating it and tying it to the ground, black smoke filled the area and almost instantly another clap resounded but the young man was unable to see what was happening all he could do was listen to the screams of the giant and feel the shaking of the building.
Suddenly he felt himself being picked up like a toddler as air hit him in the face as if riding a motorcycle. As the smoke cleared out, he found himself being carried with the elder on the giant leader's shoulders.
In a few seconds, they found themselves many streets away from the building where they encountered the giant monster. The sounds of the giant's screams and the rumbling of the building only intensified.
As the young man was about to turn his head and look back at the scene they left behind, the elder quickly intervened and put a hand out stopping the young man from completing the action. The young man quickly remembered the terrifying gaze of the giant that had obvious mystical properties, he nodded solemnly communicating his understanding.
As he looked around he saw the gloomy expressions of the people surrounding him, many of which were filled with spite. He understood that even though the party chose to run, the loss they suffered wasn't something that could be taken lightly, he quickly replicated their expressions as if understanding their emotions.
As they navigated the streets filled with corpses that the party slayed in the beginning of their exploration an unfamiliar scene slowly revealed itself to the young man.
The party slowed down as the leader finally put down the elder and the young man.
A large majestic white wall that was kilometers high enveloped a boundless zone.
The mysterious blonde woman turned her head as she looked at the man with chiseled features. She said half-sarcastically "Welcome to one of humanity's only beacons of hope. Mr Survivor"