Because the caster Heisha had fallen, the Ghost Claws began to dissipate like a building losing its foundation. In the air that had originally been filled with the stench of blood, the dark shadows of the Ghost Claws gradually faded away...
The scene, which had been noisy with the cheers of the minor thugs, was now as silent as if an invisible giant hand had pressed the mute button. The lackeys of the Black Wind Stronghold stood frozen in place as if under an immobilization spell, staring in disbelief at everything happening before their eyes. The chief whom they had considered invincible in their hearts had been so easily slain by someone; this scene was like a nightmare, plunging their minds into a brief blankness.
"Run, everyone!" It was unclear who was the first to snap out of the shock, shouting at the top of their lungs. The thugs, immersed in the shocking scene, were instantly gripped by panic. These bandits, who usually lorded it over others, were now like headless flies, scurrying in all directions...
Chapter 74