Daru froze in utter terror, and he got the sudden, almost uncontrollable urge to dash towards the exit.
The damned thing found him!
Yet, he couldn't move despite wanting to.
It was as though his body — his survival instincts were screaming at him desperately not to move, but it was only thanks to the sensation of dread that he wasn't too familiar with that he was able to listen.
He truly found it impossible to move, utterly petrified in a biological sense.
'No…damn it, move…' he thought, glaring furiously at his arms and legs, fully knowing he would die if he didn't defend himself.
But then, a silent, spine-chilling second later, he heard a spiteful hiss, and the ghastly spawn began cursing in a language unknown to him.
The footsteps then began moving towards the lightless path it came from, resuming in their slow and eerie yet rhythmic march.
