Blood splattered out in tiny droplets that were immediately swept away by the tornado's winds. The reddish drops vanished into the swirling ash before they could even touch the ground.
The voices began screaming and laughing even louder. Now they sounded like they were mocking them.
Some came from far away while others seemed to whisper directly behind their ears. It was an uncomfortable sensation, as if dozens of invisible people were watching them from the darkness.
"They... they're trying to confuse us," Marco muttered.
If they couldn't hear where the bone bullets were coming from, they wouldn't be able to dodge or block them in time; honestly, it was a smart move.
This was most likely the Elder Wendigo's doing.
The two of them waited for several seconds. They looked around cautiously; the tension kept rising while the tornado spun faster and faster, lifting broken particles from the ground. Mitsuki's clothes fluttered violently in the strong wind.
