Game 35: Panic in Green Waves
The tick sound was not just a tick. It was bone-deep, like the toll of a bell inside a cathedral buried underground. Every vibration sank into marrow, rattling spines. The forest around them seemed to hold its breath; even the birds had vanished, leaving silence that tasted metallic.
One rookie whispered, "What happens at zero?"
Nobody answered.
So of course, Tae-yang leaned closer to the man beside him, a warrior with a scar over his nose, and whispered loudly enough for three rows to hear:
"You think goblins are punctual? Personally, I bet they oversleep. Would be hilarious if we all just stood here for an hour staring at bushes."
The scarred warrior turned red. "One more word and I'll"
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The sound was different. It was not just a tick. It was a slam, like a judge's gavel, final and merciless.
The world froze.
Literally.
