บท 422: Trap [1]

Without thinking much, Julien kicked the ground and dashed back, narrowly avoiding the thin black film that threatened to swallow him whole in just a few seconds. 

At that moment, Johan, with his curly brown hair had a peculiar look on his face as he tilted his head. 

'No, you don't.' 

He brought his hand forward, stopping Julien mid-motion. 

His movements were smooth. By the time Johan's hand raised, Julien came to an abrupt halt and his body propelled into the void that surrounded Johan. 

Swoosh! 

"....!" 

In the otherwise quiet surroundings, a sudden gust of wind carried an unsettling scent, thick with a hint of bloodlust. Julien felt himself being pulled into a void of blackness as if crossing the threshold into another world.

It slowly enveloped Julien from all sides, shrouding his world in black. 

This... 

Julien looked around in horror. 

The power to completely fill the surroundings...