Bab 239: PTSD Toward Sesame Flavor

Selma Payne's POV:

However, I was still a step too late. The priest easily dodged me and finished the last line of the incantation.

In an instant, the thick black energy was like a sharp blade that pierced through the sky!

In an instant, all the fighting at the altar came to a standstill. Be it the humans hiding in a sorry state or the werewolves waving their sharp claws, they were frozen as if someone had grabbed their necks. Everyone trembled simultaneously, a shiver from the depths of their souls sweeping through their bodies. This had nothing to do with courage but the primitive fear of certain existences.

It was unknown who broke the silence.

"He's here."

The remaining humans rushed toward the exit like crazy. There was no trace of their previous piety and fanaticism. It was as if they would be corroded by evil if the black fog contaminated them.

However, they didn't get what they wanted.