In that instant, heaven and earth changed color.
The once-docile warhorses shrieked in despair, their legs buckled, and they crashed to the ground.
The soldiers ahead, retreating in an orderly fashion, crumpled one after another as if struck by an invisible sledgehammer, losing consciousness in an instant.
Even the fully armored and resolute Sean at his side let out a muffled sound.
"THUD!"
His burly frame suddenly fell to his knees, his head bowing low as if under immense pressure.
Veins bulged on his forehead and he clenched his jaw, but not a single sound escaped his lips.
This sudden, violent change nearly stopped Roland's heart. A cold Fear, originating from the depths of his soul, gripped him instantly.
His body tensed. Almost instinctively, he took a deep, shuddering breath of the hot, heavy air.
Then, with extreme stiffness, he turned around inch by agonizing inch.
A few moments later, his vision was consumed by a Shadow of unimaginable size.
