The mist had blinded everyone in the room.
Xin's voice echoed through the chaos.
"Do not shoot!"
"Stand still!"
"Move towards the door!"
"Don't let them escape!"
The mercenaries tried to obey.
But before anyone could reorganize...
A heavy impact sound echoed from somewhere inside the white fog.
Thud!
Followed by a scream.
"Aaaahhh!"
Another impact.
Thud!
Another scream.
Then another.
And another.
The sounds came from different directions.
Like someone was casually throwing iron balls across the room.
Each impact was accompanied by horrifying cries.
Bones cracking.
Bodies collapsing.
Furniture breaking.
The screams became increasingly desperate.
Xin's face slowly lost color.
The mercenaries who had entered full of confidence moments ago were now sounding terrified.
Something wet suddenly splashed across his face.
Xin froze.
His trembling hand slowly touched his cheek.
It was warm.
Sticky.
His pupils contracted.
Blood.
"What..."
"What is this...?"
