"How is that possible?!"
Rosary's voice cracked, the disbelief in it sharp enough to draw every ear. Her knuckles had gone white where she clenched her staff, and her lips trembled—not from weakness, but from the memory of that suffocating presence.
She knew exactly what kind of creature they were dealing with. Its aura alone had driven them to flee without looking back, a crushing, primal warning that told even the bravest heart to submit or die.
There was no one here who could face that monster head-on. Certainly no one who could kill it.
Felicia, who had been standing slightly apart, gave the smallest of nods, her expression unreadable. Even she—someone who had faced more than her fair share of horrors—was sure of it.
Even if the Venom Fang Overlord himself appeared… she doubted he could do more than delay that thing, much less destroy it.
So how could—
