A gentle, rhythmic washing sound seemed to ring out abruptly, both in his ears and in his mind. It was strange and wonderful.
The special rhythm carried a deep, tranquil quality, like something from a dream.
Good. Very spirited!
Of course, Fu Qian's commentary was another matter.
It was hard to say whether this change was caused by the instability of the nightmare he'd created or by the cult's deliberate acceleration, but it seemed something big was coming.
As for whether the sound of the tide made sense here, Fu Qian didn't think it was strange at all.
Who said this wasn't a seaside town? Wasn't there the Sea of Mist?
Though even from where he sat, he couldn't see the mist beyond the town from this angle.
The scene at the town entrance right now was even more intriguing to imagine.
"There's more!"
For the moment, though, it seemed the others weren't sharing his enthusiasm.
Reginald had instantly taken out his target, but Hunter Simon hadn't let down his guard. He gave a cold warning.
The audience, still stunned by the shocking scene, was startled all over again by his words.
Especially when they realized that he was staring at the seats as he spoke.
"How could this happen?"
Amira was almost the only one still paying attention to the remains on the ground.
Even in their mangled state, they couldn't hide how twisted they were.
It had been barely ten minutes since the group left.
Not only were there so many more people now, but some had even undergone this kind of transformation.
Though they'd entered countless nightmares, they'd never encountered such an overwhelming sense of oppression.
"There's more than one source of contamination. I can feel it."
Simon explained in the same emotionless tone.
"More