Shadows flooded out from beneath him and spread all over the area.
They climbed the tents, the barrier, and wrapped around the soldiers, freezing them in place.
The commanders and the chief commanders tried to fight against it, but it was too fast for them to do anything, and they too were consumed by the shadows.
The whole camp turned into a canvas of black and gray, and Rion stood at its edge.
His expression was solemn as he tried to sense the entrapped area; however, his Zone wasn't responding to him. It was as if he was trying to touch something that wasn't there and hear what wasn't said.
The place felt cold and lifeless, even though he could see the dark sculptures of the soldiers, frozen in horrified poses.
The commanders and chief commanders were frozen with their weapons ready and grave expressions.
"What is this thing?"
A shaky breath escaped his lips, and he turned to Vicente.
However, even Vicente himself didn't know anything about it.
