A powerful, terrifying aura surged into the sky, warping the surrounding space along with it!
This was Cthulhu's dreadful power, a power that also sprang from all humanity's fear of the unknown!
It seemed utterly unstoppable, as though it were despair itself!
The gods outside the villa had already proven that even joining forces, they were no match for this power. With its aid, "Zhang Heng" had regained control of the body—but in the next moment, a fishbone bracelet hanging behind the door suddenly trembled.
Then, from some distant place, came the cry of a whale!
That whale cry was drowned beneath the indescribable aura of terror, seeming incomparably faint, yet it never vanished, like hope itself.
"Zhang Heng" was pinned in place once more, but that was not what truly baffled him. What he could not understand was that part of the power within the body was flowing toward some unknown place.
He could clearly sense that there, a brand-new soul—yet one that felt strangely familiar to him—was being born!
But how was that possible?!
The human soul that had entered this world by accident had been completely destroyed the moment he descended into this body. Like a glass reduced to its molecular state, it should have been impossible to restore.
Yet now, this unbelievable thing was indeed happening to him.
Though he had only taken over the body a few months ago, "Zhang Heng" felt that he had already adapted to and become familiar enough with this new body. Yet now, he realized he had no idea where that new soul was located.
He could not even find a way to strike at it. So he could only continue releasing that incomparably powerful force, trying to crush the newborn soul directly through sheer pressure. Yet as he kept