Those children did not know they had been tricked, right until their last breath.

"They—"

Just as Skylar was getting ready to wave over the 11th child, one girl seemed to have discovered something. She pointed at the ten children on the floor and cried out in terror, "Their faces are dark, they're ashen—"

As she spoke, the remaining children glanced at the ten bodies. Indeed, the previous children's faces were dark, and they looked terrified. It was clear that they were dead.

"They're dead!"

"That's so scary."

"Whoa!"

The remaining children were ridden with panic. They began to cry, one by one. Some of the less brave children had wet themselves in terror.

Frustrated by the noise, Skylar's expression grew ferocious. He roared, "Why are you crying? Shut up this instant."

His anger only scared the children more and made them cry harder. Two of the children mustered the courage to attempt to run out of the tower. Those children finally understood that the handsome man before them