The night didn't stay loud for long.
At first, there was noise—grunting, heavy breathing, the occasional confused howl—but it all died down quickly.
Once the formation was activated and the human cultivators sealed off the entire site, silence started creeping in.
Like fog. Slow but steady. It wrapped around the whole camp, pressing down on every living thing inside.
The beasts, who were loud and full of pride earlier, now lay on the ground. Weak. Some couldn't even move.
Others twitched or groaned, but even that took effort. They were too stunned to scream properly, too dizzy to run. Most didn't even know what had hit them.
They tried.
Some growled through gritted teeth, refusing to accept their fate. Others clawed at the dirt like injured animals trying to escape a trap.
A few even begged, their voices slurred and cracked. "Please… don't…"
But no one replied.
The humans didn't say a word.
They didn't shout. Didn't boast. Didn't gloat.
