Chapter 8: First Nightmare (7)
With the doors open, the elder smiled in triumph. His eyes gleamed in delight.
"Finally!"
A maniac laugh escaped his mouth as he beheld the entrance.
At the same time, the crazy-smiling-bastard priest eyed back at Hope. Hope couldn't help but feel uneasy under his gaze. It felt like a warning, either for him to not get involved or to act accordingly.
Hope turned to look at the other remaining priests who didn't suffer from the elder's abusive power. They had complicated expressions on their faces. Some nervous. Some placid.
Before Hope could process what was happening, the priests immediately lunged forward towards the Beast Tribe.
Specifically at their torches.
It wasn't a surprise that they were easily thrown off, but they all successfully were able to put out the fires or knock them out of their hands.
Even the crazy priest next to the elder grabbed the torch's top end, putting the fire out with his own bare fist.
The elder was too shocked to react, watching the priest's hand being smoldered by the flames, the sound of flesh sizzling filled their ears before the priest hastily threw the torch aside.
And then darkness became absolute.