The guttural and harrowing voice of Malamare fell on the island like a blade.
Everyone stopped whatever they were doing and turned towards the star beast who had called to his children… to them.
The defenders dropped their weapons, healers stopped their treatments, wounded forced themselves to move, and the unawakeneds stopped their tears as they moved towards their parent… their father. Only a single thought stayed in their mind.
'Fa..t.her'
The sound repeated itself again and again, making sure to tell its children to come fast, to come home.
Neo walked through the crowd of now hexed islanders. He had a dark expression as he tried to make sense of what was happening.
He pushed a nearby island and stared at him as the islander stood back and continued moving towards the southern end.
"What's going on?" Neo muttered in a grave tone.
Hanna, who was healing an injured islander, suddenly stopped as her bracelet started to glow white.
'A mind attack?'
