Everyone immediately dropped flat onto the ground—except Boma.“You really want to die, Fatso!?” Susan shouted. “I'm not saving you!”“I’m going to turn that damn eagle into fried chicken!” Boma shouted at the top of his lungs.Suddenly, a cloud of powder burst from his entire body.The Horned Eagle immediately stopped its approach and veered away as chili, garlic, and pepper powder struck its eyes.Seeing the opportunity, Logan and Susan immediately unleashed a barrage of bullets and needles toward the Horned Eagle's eyes and wings.The two of them dropped to their knees after firing their last attacks.The Horned Eagle screeched in pain as bullets and needles tore into its wings and chest. It struggled to stay airborne, eventually lowering one foot toward the ground.Four strands of hair suddenly wrapped around its legs, holding them in place until the Horned Eagle was forced completely onto the ground.Derry directed the four strands toward the bone railings on the left, right, fro

Stevan laughed.“You're going to protect me from those monsters one more time. If you survive, I might even heal you.”He paused and smirked.“Of course, that's only if you agree to become my servants and subordinates here.”Stevan sprinted ahead, leaving Laga and the others behind.The fog rapidly disappeared, and the streetlights turned red.Laga and the others forced themselves to run, repeatedly glancing over their shoulders, wary of the wolf pack returning.Everyone had reached their limit. But they knew that if they stopped moving, they would become easy prey for the monsters.A powerful gust of wind suddenly swept across both sides of the bridge. Unnoticed by everyone, something moved swiftly through the darkness.Stevan continued running.I have to stop feeling sorry for them.If even my own friends were willing to betray me, what chance do these strangers have?“They... huh?” Stevan suddenly felt his body being lifted off the bridge.He looked up. A Horned Eagle was hovering

Laga turned toward the wooden creature nearby.“Where are we?”“Bokta! Bokta!” the creature shouted angrily before moving away from Laga.Logan glanced at Laga briefly, then looked at the smoke rising from the holes in his fingertips.“That creature seems to be able to say only ‘Bokta.’ He probably can't tell you anything. And even if he could, you wouldn't understand his language.”“Don't we have to go through some kind of trial if we're guilty, sir?” Laga asked. “Why were we suddenly brought here without our consent? This is a clear violation of human rights.”“I don't know. Instead of complaining, you should prepare yourself as best you can for whatever comes next. Otherwise, you'll end up like the other passengers.”Logan looked toward the small window. “If there's an entrance, there must be an exit.”Laga glanced at Logan's hands, studying the gun-like holes in his fingertips. He suddenly remembered something.Even in the most dangerous situations—when the bone walls had nearly c

“Bokta... wants to take us somewhere,” Laga said.Bokta struck the floor with its spiked staff, making the ground tremble repeatedly.“Bokta! Bokta! Bokta!”Logan stepped out first, followed by Susan, Laga, Ale, Don, and Derry.“This...” Laga looked around as thick fog enveloped the area. The cold air immediately pierced his skin. A foul stench mixed with sulfur hung heavy in the air.Everyone coughed a few times, except Laga.“Warden, this doorway is too small for me. Can you make it bigger?” Boma asked, stuck halfway through the opening.“You’re always getting in the way, Fatso!” Derry grabbed Boma’s arm and pulled.Bokta widened the doorway, and Boma immediately stumbled through, landing right on top of Derry.“Why are you on top of me?” Derry shoved Boma, but the fat man barely moved. “Get off me! I can’t breathe!”Boma rolled to the side, crashing onto the ground hard enough to make the floor tremble.“Someone help me up!”Laga grabbed Boma’s right hand, while Susan and Don pulle

Chapter 19“What on earth is going on?” Laga stared in disbelief at the prisoners surrounding him. “Why are there so many prisoners? Where did they all come from? Did they go through the same thing we did on the bus and the bridge before ending up here?”The prisoners couldn’t hide their shock. For a few seconds, they could only stare at one another and take in their surroundings. But it didn’t take long before some of them started pointing fingers, provoking others, and picking fights, sparking a riot in the middle of the crowd.From a distance, viewed from above, the prisoners looked like tiny orange dots. They were no different from a swarm of ants.Someone in a room burst out laughing at the sight of the commotion below.“I feel like I’m going to pass out,” Ale said, fanning her face with both hands. “I’m glad we’re not the only group that’s been dragged to this strange place, but at the same time, I’m also annoyed that I have to deal with this many people. They’re definitely not