The great hall was pitch black. Foul stenches permeated the corridors and passageways. The floors, walls, and ceilings were covered with twisted, grotesque faces. The sinister and eerie designs made one’s hair stand on end.0

Walking through the space, it felt as if countless tentacles were wrapping around one’s body, dragging them to merge with the architecture itself. And it wasn’t an illusion. Those omnipresent whispers were like the sighs of some ancient creature, possessing the terrifying ability to corrupt human minds and flesh.0

An ordinary person would instantly lose their reason and become permanently insane upon entering the hall. Even mages with powerful thoughts would transform into monsters like Knight after prolonged exposure to the whispers.0

Wayne found it okay. Sure, it was creepy, but creepiness was relative. Compared to the ancient god he encountered on Dragonheart Island, these whispers were at most noises amid chaos, like the crackly static heard when the signal...0