The tension thickened as they hesitated on their next move. Some of the skeletal figures were already reaching for the remnants of their ancient weapons. Their translucent forms flickered slightly, as if preparing to strike at any moment.
Mizuki held up a hand. "No. Not yet."
Then… Something unexpected happened.
The spirits that had been shifting, glaring, or moving in unsettling ways froze in place.
Their empty sockets turned—all at once—toward a single figure.
A taller, more imposing skeletal form.
It stepped forward with a slow, deliberate motion. The air itself seemed to press down on them as it moved. This one wasn't like the others. Its bones were sturdier, its presence overwhelming.
Then, a hollow, chilling voice cut through the silence.
"Leave. Now."
The words carried a weight that sank into their chests, making even the boldest of them feel uneasy.
Broken narrowed his eyes. "Excuse me?"
