"Oh? Then does your ability work on anomalous entities?" Sun Hang immediately became interested.
"That depends on the kind of anomalous entity. Undead beings born from resentment, for example—their emotions are easy to sense: singular, obsessive, intense hatred or anger... But the vast majority of anomalous entities either have no emotions at all, still as a pool of dead water, or their emotions are so chaotic that it's impossible to distinguish anything specific... The latter, especially, are extremely dangerous for me," Yano said.
"Dangerous? Does your ability have side effects?" Sun Hang asked. "What kind of danger? Emotional backlash?"
"When I sense a target's emotions, my consciousness projects itself into the target. When I project myself into anomalous entities with chaotic emotions, I experience an intensely hallucinatory, disordered sensation... It's like accidentally eating poisonous mushrooms. If I'm not careful, I can easily become immersed in it and never find myself again." As Yano said this, a trace of lingering fear appeared on his face.
Clearly, he had experienced something like that before.
Another twenty minutes passed, yet there was still no sign of the drone returning.
Yano kept trying to contact the warship, but the communications channel contained nothing but piercing static.
The fisherman used the serrated back of his short knife to saw off several straight branches. After sharpening their ends, he turned them into crude spears.
The Huntress stood at the edge of the woods, staring at the distant beach strewn with corpses. No one knew what she was thinking.
For no reason, Sun Hang suddenly felt sleepy. He yawned, found a relatively comfortable tree trunk to lean against, and planned to doze off for a while. But to his surprise, the instant his eyelids closed, an indescribable force of gravity dragged his consciousness downward, straight into