The distinctive tremors of human footsteps approached from afar, growing closer. Charles could sense not only the size of the group but also the sound of his Narwhal's working turbines; they had even piloted a Floating Airship over.
Soon after, the distant sound of conversation drifted into Charles's ears. He recognized it immediately—it was his own voice.
"Hurry up, we're almost there! Locke and the others are waiting for us up ahead. Linda, get the medicine for treating external wounds ready. I just saw that some of them are injured."
Hearing these words, a sudden surge of inexplicable rage welled up in Charles's chest. That impostor is using my body to deceive my crew and send them to their deaths!
"Charles, I suggest you don't just rush out there. In their eyes, you're nothing but a Monster right now. Charging out like that would be suicide," T's trembling voice vibrated from nearby.
