His words resounded in the room and all four of them came to a standstill. Chan-woo gritted his teeth, while Gyu-min let out a shaky sigh. "Ugh…why is this…happening? Why couldn't the Demon…Lord just make it an…all…out fight like every year?" He spat, every word coming out with great difficulty.
That's because your demon lord is a sadist and loves to torment people, Wooyun thought. "You…should save your breath…and come up with…a way…to get out of this…"
"How?!" Chan-woo barked. "We…can bare..ly…speak…l-let alone…move!"
"Let…me…think!"
Chan-woo rolled his eyes. "By the time…you come up…with something," he squeezed out, "the competition will be…over. Let's just force ourselves…out…using…our qi!"
"NO!" Wooyun yelled. "D-Don't even….think…about doing…that."
"YOU…DON'T…GET TO TELL ME WHAT…TO DO! IT…WILL…WORK!"
"How…do you have the….audacity to be this loud….and wrong too???" Gyu-min snapped.
"C-Can you all…just be…quiet!" Dasom gritted out.
