The Future slowly drew closer to the ruins when, all at once, a huge, distinct breath sounded beside everyone's ears.
Hoo... ha!
The enormous breathing reached their ears slowly and rhythmically. The sound chilled them to the bone, and intense fear spread through the air, yet it failed to trigger Klein's sense of danger.
They scarcely needed to distinguish it. Instinctively, everyone realized where the breathing came from—from the ruins ahead and to the side, from among the rocks and stone pillars piled into a peak above the sea.
"There's a corpse there!"
The Blasphemer, Heath Doyle, emerged from the shadows, clutching his head and groaning in pain. Cattleya swiftly gave the order to turn, but compared to Heath Doyle, there was someone else aboard who could clearly feel the corpse's rhythm.
Inside the cabin, Sno clutched his head, his entire body falling into a bizarre state. Fleshy sprouts burst from his skin, while the shadow beneath his feet spread and multiplied. All kinds of eyes surfaced within it: cold snake eyes, vacant round eyes, alien octopus eyes...
Sno's mind kept mutating under the sound of the breathing. Having consumed the Listener potion, he felt as though an ocean of resentment and hatred was being poured into his brain.
That will was simply too terrifying. Even with the absurd number of monkeys within him, they could not share even the slightest fraction of it.
Sno continuously drew spirituality from A Foot of Rod, repeatedly using Firm White Same Different and Turtle is Longer than Snake to strengthen the essence of the breathing while reducing its corruption. Then he used Concept Swap to minimize the possibility of losing control.
Yet this still could not stop the heavy breathing from seeping into every one of his cells.
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