Accompanied by an exceptionally shrill scream, the Stone Statue Ghost swooped down, its iron hook-like claws grabbing Sir Burnley's shoulders, lifting his rotund body into the air. At first, the industrialist didn't react, flailing his hands and feet in panic, wanting to scream; but when he saw his situation clearly, his face turned pale with fright, unable to move.
Everyone looked up, though inwardly disdainful, knowing that if they were in the same position, they wouldn't fare any better.
Brand held his sword with one hand, standing alone before the army. Without turning his head, he made a gesture forward, "Stone Statue Ghost, Uom! (Witch Language: Come back!)"
When he turned around, it was as if the tide had receded; under his gaze, hundreds of people retreated a step in unison. As the noble private soldiers retreated, behind them stood Char, held at spearpoint.
