Chapter 267: Don't Make Me Draw My Sword: You're Not Qualified!

"You want to run? Too late." The voice of Madman Duncan cut like ice. Far ahead, as Augustus Gromme and Micah Looske fled for their lives, dread surged up from their bones. Hair prickled across their bodies, and cold sweat beaded and slid down their faces. They tried to force their legs to move faster, to throw everything into the run. Yet in that instant, time seemed to freeze. No matter how they scrambled, it felt as if they were only treading in place. An unseen hand closed around their throats....