"This sensation… it's like something sticky is crawling over my skin.
Something inhuman…"
Frey turned his head toward Gehrman.
The latter looked calm.
Then Frey asked the only other being who might know the answer.
"Nameless… do you know what's happening?"
Nameless shook his head.
"I've never witnessed anything like this before.
But if I had to describe it… it gives me the same feeling as the Death Soul used by the Demon King."
"Death Soul?"
Frey muttered, redirecting his focus toward the source of those dark winds.
Ada was dangerously close to that area—
but thankfully, the artifact Frey had left with her was protecting her.
Frey didn't dare approach recklessly.
Amon, however, did the opposite.
He moved immediately, following the flow of the dark winds without hesitation.
The surprises did not end there.
That dreadful silence didn't last long ..
It was shattered by a scream.
A scream that sent terror straight into Frey's heart.
