The grunts of the wild boars grew louder and more terrifying with each passing second.
Their bestial grunts, combined with the aggressive hiss of the serpent queen, created a horrifying blend of sound that no one would ever wish to hear in their entire life.
Floki's rationality shattered under the pressure of the situation. His senses screamed at him to flee, yet his body refused to obey the signals from his brain, as though the connection between them had been forcefully severed.
Sweat began to form on his skin despite the relatively cold temperature of the dark forest.
His brain worked at an alarming speed, thoughts colliding and overlapping, while his nerves strained under the pressure as he desperately tried to break down and analyze his situation, even though the most obvious option at this moment was to flee.
If Floki were to explain the reaction of his body at that moment, it would be that it had already accepted its inescapable death.
