Inside the underground chamber, the villagers who had just regained consciousness now glared at John and the two sisters, their eyes cold and venomous like snakes. The hostility in their gazes gradually grew stronger, until they had subtly formed a circle, surrounding the trio in the center.
"My hand hurts! My head's splitting! It's all because of you! If not for you people, none of this would've happened!"
"Damn it! That monster woman deserved to die, but so do you! You're all in it together!"
Their memories were still blurry. They couldn't quite recall everything that had happened under the spider-bodied girl's control. But deep down, each of them felt convinced that the three standing before them—John, Helen, and Doria—had some connection to the creature that had nearly brought ruin to them all.
They believed it wholeheartedly: the three outsiders were in league with the spider-bodied girl. They had come to this village not to seek shelter, but to sow destruction.
