The once-festive town square transformed into a chaotic scene as the villagers, driven by desperation, shouted at Morgrimm, urging him to burn the captives and harvest their souls before the effects of the mysterious potion wore off.
The urgency in their voices was palpable, a disturbing chorus that echoed through the air.
Ren was still pondering about the [Story Mode], before he glanced at his companions, and their bewildered expressions mirrored his own inner turmoil.
The lack of notifications or warnings had caught him and Evie off guard, and the disadvantage of the story mode they found themselves in became painfully apparent.
Amidst the clamor, Ren's mind raced to formulate a plan. How could they navigate this perilous situation when their usual abilities were rendered useless?
The system's unpredictability had thrown them into a precarious narrative, and they were now grappling with the consequences.