"Ag'agth... lwhuk... yeh agthu..."
Charles pressed his fingers hard into his temples, trying to suppress the irritation and pain brought on by the whispering. But no matter how hard he pressed—leaving his temples bruised—the whispering never lessened in the slightest.
Ever since he watched that video, the peculiar whispers had haunted him like a shadow. It seemed the mental contamination from the Gods had seeped through the screen to infect him, even though the Darkness had obscured his vision and all he had seen were a few eyes.
When he first boarded the ship, the situation was not so severe. As time went on, however, the whispers in his ears grew louder and louder, until they became utterly unbearable.
"Here, the Potion is a bit hot." Linda handed Charles a black Potion in a triangular glass bottle.
Charles immediately snatched it, threw his head back, and gulped it down. His mind was in such turmoil that he did not even have time to taste the Potion's bitterness.
