"Gaahhhh...!"
"Oohhhhhh...!"
Accompanied by such frenzied screams, the full forms of several shadows rushing towards Shane emerged from the black mist of evil energy.
"Humans?"
Seeing the shadows clearly, Shane froze.
The identities of those shadows were indeed people.
Among these people were Elves, Beastmen, and even Dwarves. They looked no different from the typical Human Race, but they seemed to have fallen into a berserk state. Not only were their eyes bloodshot and faces twisted in ferocity, but the drool on their lips betrayed their complete loss of reason.
Yet what surprised Shane was not their loss of sanity, but their attire, which was quite different from people of this era.
The outfits made of beast skins and fur coats, with weapons mostly made of stone they held, suggested less the people of this era and more like ancient Wild Men.
"You..."
Shane wanted to say something but was instead met with the mad onslaught of these Wild Men.
