He gently shook his head, trying to correct his consciousness, but the whisper was stubbornly stuck to his eardrums like a spider's silk.
[Uopp...rettelig...]
Those syllables were like spider silk covered with ice shards, drilling into the inside of his skull, forming a prickly web in the grooves and folds of his brain...
「Ugh...!」
Lin Yi found it somewhat shrill—the soft voice, once drilling into his ear, felt like tiny needles pricking his brain, making him feel as if his brain was turning into mush.
He covered his ears, but a warm sensation immediately emerged in the ear canal, as if some liquid had flowed from his brain. Meanwhile, he heard a vibrating sound of nails scratching glass inside his skull.
Damn it!
Damn it!
Why did that sound feel like it had drilled into his head!
「Rumble——Rumble——」
The storm swirled endlessly, and the deep and distant call resembled the laughter of a clown.
[Gi... opp...]
[Gi...opp...]
[Ahhhhhh...]
