Above the rotting swamp, a gigantic narwhal leaped into the air. Its lingering whale song seemed to come from afar, yet sink straight into the heart. A wave-like loneliness filled this world.
Sean forcibly suppressed the strange feeling in his heart and stared at the scene before him in stunned uncertainty.
The whale that had been a rotting corpse had turned into a living narwhal after receiving that single drop of clear water...
Sean now suspected that he had entered some magical illusion and that everything before his eyes was a hallucination.
Because if it was not an illusion, then a corpse turning into a living whale, regardless of its species, meant one thing—resurrection.
He tried pinching his wrist. Pain came through, no different from usual.
Sean somewhat regretted putting Dave inside the ring. The Swooping Evil's ability to sense minds would have been useful in this situation. At the very least, it could determine whether something was truly alive, and the special mental connection between him and Dave could shield them from the interference of an illusion.
After letting out a long, lonely whale song, the gigantic narwhal that had leaped into the air actually began swimming through the air, slowly making its way toward the distant blue sky.
At that moment, the other corpse-whales grew even more agitated. Seeing what had happened to their companion, they crowded together as they swam, clustering beneath the strange woman.
The swamp churned. One enormous rotting head after another emerged from the black mud, gazing devoutly and longingly at the woman singing atop the rock on the patch of grass.
The indescribable sight made Sean wary of acting rashly. He could only remain seated in the boat as it slowly moved forward. Fortunately, the boat's route did not pass through the patch