The Wild Beast at the forefront was both sprinting wildly and yelling with an over-the-top "enthusiasm" and "concern":
"[Mask] Don't panic, we're here to help you, Night Watcher don't you dare be arrogant, I... uh?!"
Before his greeting could land, the latter half got stuck in his throat, turning into a strange gasp.
The tall Night Watcher, who stood like a tower in front of [Mask], was still taut with muscles, emanating a steely combat aura the moment before.
In the next moment, as if his soul had been extracted, his body suddenly stiffened without warning, then toppled backward rigidly.
"Boom!"
The heavy body crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Dead?
What's happening??
Faking an injury?
Red Dragonfly and Wild Beast's minds buzzed into a blank.
They clearly saw that from start to finish, [Mask] didn't even touch that Night Watcher, with at least half a meter between them.
How did that Night Watcher just... fall down?!
