Once the words left Ezra's mouth, his body reacted almost immediately.
He sharply turned, extending the hand holding the Glock 40 forward.
Bang!
The gunshot exploded through the snowy fog forest.
The sound echoed between the trees, mixing with the faint noise of falling snow.
Ezra's dull black eyes remained fixed on the direction of the shot.
The bullet had already left the muzzle.
It traveled through the fog with enough force to tear through the head of the Young Ghost Crawler that had been airborne behind him, preparing to pounce.
Krrrraaaak…
The creature screamed.
Its body twisted in the air as the bullet pierced through its head.
It fell toward the snow.
But before its body could even hit the ground, it disappeared.
Ezra's eyes narrowed.
An illusion.
He had expected it.
The Ghost Crawler's ability had already been researched, and after understanding how its illusion worked, he knew that simply counting what he could see would be useless.
Immediately…
