Chapter 69: Don't be nervous, it affects the taste.

The Knight under the moon, the silent night.

It was so quiet that the group could hear each other's rapidly accelerating heartbeats.

Their hearts were grasped tightly by a cold bony claw, each beat bringing intense pain, and each wave of pain quickening their heartbeat.

Looking at the suddenly appearing Death Knight, Priest Simon felt an indescribable fear rising from the bottom of her heart; her thoughts became uncontrollable and chaotic, her rationality devoured bit by bit.

Simon's vision blurred, she looked around, the sky was gloomy, the rain and fog hazy; she and her teammates seemed to be in the Death Kingdom, endless tombstones of all shapes and colors.

Will-o'-the-wisps flickered, the cold fog twisted into ghastly, clawing shadowy figures, slowly approaching them.

Simon felt her body bound by something, unable to move or make a sound. When trying to muster Magic Power, she found herself empty within.