Tuduk.
Tuk, tududuk.
The gunshot that signaled the reversal was very small.
“..Huh?”
A Hunter who had been staring, dumbstruck, at Gyeon Riok’s astonishing slash suddenly lowered his gaze to the ground. At some point, red had pooled thick beneath his feet. Strange.
‘Blood? Where did this… come from…?’
Thud.
That began it—people toppled over with soft thumps on all sides. One by one, like puppets whose strings had been cut, they fell in a row.
It was like the Creator had flipped the world’s power switch off.
“Y—you punk, hey, why—why are you—? Blood…!”
“Uh, uh…?”
“Domi unni, unni? My body is suddenly—something’s wrong.”
A Babylon guild member standing beside her folded and plopped down as if her knees had been cut. But Domi had no leeway to support her either.
Hands trembling violently covered her face. From the nose to the ears—from every open place—red blood streamed down.
“What is this—this makes no—”
Srrk, thud.
Domi collapsed.
Silence fell.
Gyeon Jioh hurriedly snapped his head toward where his brother was.
Trees that had been sturdy drifted apart into powder…