บท 207: Exchanged gifts

"This is so sad!"

Sally, who stood at a towering tree with her hand over her brows, exclaimed in disappointment. Even from this vast distance from the borders of Everfell, she could see how Clayburn, Althea, looked like a ghost town. 

Almost everyone… disappeared without a trace. She had seen everything ever since that dark shroud covered the small country. 

Dark hands from beneath the ground appeared, dragging everyone they could. Once those eerie dark hands grab onto something, death would soon come after. 

Like how sand absorbed water, those hands also absorbed human life. She had witnessed how a person turned gaunt until their body shrunk to ashes. 

It was scary. She couldn't deny that. Even for a werewolf, it was scary. Fortunately, they only received a minor casualty and werewolves had a long time to break free from those hands because they had a longer life span.