Their faces turned as pale as paper, cold sweat poured down their foreheads, and their hearts were filled with fear of the unknown and utter despair.
Especially President Tramade, whose legs felt as though the bones had been removed, growing so weak that he could barely stand. Had he not been locked in place by pressure, he would have collapsed directly to the ground and suffered a fatal fall.
Although James Reed endured his terror with clenched teeth, his complexion was equally unsightly.
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