"Ag'agth... lwhuk... yeh agthu..."
Charles, in agony, fiercely pinched his temples, attempting to suppress the irritation and pain caused by the murmuring voice.
But even though he pressed his temples until they turned dark, the murmuring didn't lessen in the slightest.
Ever since he had watched that video, the peculiar murmuring had followed him like a shadow.
It seemed that the divine spirits had contaminated Charles through the screen, even though there was darkness shielding him and Charles had only seen some eyes.
When he first boarded the ship, the situation wasn't obvious, but as time slowly passed, the murmuring in his ears grew louder, eventually becoming unbearable.
"Here, the potion is a bit hot." Linda handed a triangle glass bottle filled with a black potion to Charles.
Charles immediately snatched it and tilted his head back, pouring it into his mouth.
His mind was so chaotic that he didn't even have time to taste the bitterness of the potion.
