The sound sent a shiver down everyone's spine.
Out of the thick haze, a figure emerged.
A young man...no older than his early twenties...stumbled forward, his clothes torn and stained, his breathing ragged.
His face was pale, his lips trembling, and his eyes darted wildly as if something unseen was chasing him relentlessly.
He looked like prey being hunted.
The moment he saw the group, his eyes lit up with desperate hope.
"Help me...!"
But before he could reach them, his body jerked violently backward.
An invisible force seized him.
His legs dragged against the cracked ground, leaving faint trails as if something unseen had hooked onto him and was pulling him back into the depths of the ghost zone.
A cold chill ran down everyone's spine.
Noah's eyes narrowed. 'That must be him… George.'
Without hesitation, he dashed forward.
Just as George was about to be dragged away completely, Noah lunged and grabbed his leg.
The moment his hand made contact...
