TheBoss and the other four players panicked as the shadowy tendrils burst from the ground, wrapping around their legs and attacking them with relentless force.
"Cast the buff, cast the buff!" TheBoss yelled frantically.
"But, Bob! The damage from this shadow stuff is too high—my healing skills can't keep up!"
"We're gonna die, we're gonna die!" one of them screamed as they thrashed about, looking for a way out. But there was none—they were surrounded on all sides, trapped.
"Who are you?! Why are you attacking us?! We have no business with you!" TheBoss shouted at Broken.
Broken, sitting calmly atop his skeletal fire horse, replied in a deep voice, "I don't need a reason to torment you. It's just for fun—just like what you did to the villagers."
"Are you from the kingdom? Are you a player? Show your true identity if you have any guts! Stop hiding behind that stupid mask!" TheBoss spat.
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