The sound of the bowstring being pulled wasn't very loud, and combined with the noise of the Curse Binder crashing down, it shouldn't have been heard by anyone.
But even the slightest sound, as long as it appears in clusters, will definitely be noticed!
Tusi nervously looked around, even specifically looking towards the high platform, but there was nothing there, just emptiness.
Strange, where is the sound coming from?
Tusi was tightly enveloped in an invisible sense of fear, and Fingerley, who was facing off with the Curse Binder not far from him, took a glance around and showed a look of understanding.
"Mr. Fingerley, what exactly is—"
Before people could raise their questions, the Curse Binder that had just landed on the roof suddenly erupted with a black aura, a crimson flash flitted through the helmet's gaps, symbolizing a desire to hunt. Combined with his small giant-like stature and heavy armor, it unmistakably showcased the posture of a top-tier Hunter.
