"No! Stay away from me!" One of the children screamed, his voice trembling with fear. The remaining kids echoed his sentiment, their panic evident in their desperate cries. They ran as if their lives depended on it, desperate to escape from the looming threat that pursued them.
"Don't kill me... please, I don't want to die!" their voices echoed through the air, a chilling chorus of terror and despair.
Amidst the chaos, Kid Ethan stood at a distance, his eyes fixed on the fleeing children. The world around him seemed shrouded in darkness, but a strange phenomenon occurred—the light seemed to follow his every step, casting an ethereal glow around him.
Ethan's countenance remained remarkably calm despite the harrowing scene before him. Slowly, he raised his hand, his gaze fixated on his trembling palm.