Lann was softly narrating the story of the Deerhead Spirit, a type of monster the hunters of this world had never encountered, gradually leading the entire canopy-enclosed command vehicle into a deep and eerie atmosphere.
"In certain places, these creatures even become the center of local belief. Farmers living near their woods offer sacrifices to them, usually rabbits or birds, but human blood is also a traditional choice in some areas."
"Therefore, in many legends the Deerhead Spirit is a benevolent character, helping lost travelers find their way in the forest, or rescuing them from bandits."
"Unfortunately, these legends have no basis in reality."
"In the eyes of the Deerhead Spirit, humans are merely sources of energy. The Deerhead Spirit will drain the life force of nearby humans until only a shell remains."
Lann's tone sounded odd to the hunters; it was plainly descriptive yet inexplicably irritated them as if being mocked.
