Essay on The Book ' The Harbinger Of Monsters '
I look up again. There are tens of floating veiled figures around the hole I made in the sky. They wear spotless white robes that are loose enough for me to be unable to identify their gender, and their figures looks human. They extend their palms upward. A huge red magic circle forms between them, and rather than flat, it looks like an umbrella protruding toward me. Danger.
I attempt to escape, but metallic chains rise from the ground and shackles me. I immediately formed obscure Azure and Golden symbols materializes on the back of my hand, however, they are blocked by the chains before they can go outside my hand.
“Who are you?” I shout, as I attempt to break free.
No answer. Despite me trying to escape, they are still casting the magic array.
A horn blares behind me. I see this huge vehicle with two blinding lights racing closer. I shut tight my eyes and brace myself for the impact. After the skidding, the vehicle crashes into me, throwing my body away. It cracks my bones and my limbs twist in a strange direction—I can’t move. Rather, I…