Beneath the bed, a pool of thick, wet black liquid flowed out, swiftly forming Kardashian's body. Still appearing as an adventurer, Kardashian gently tugged at the hat on her head and softly said, "What an intense power of death."
"Mr. Rayleigh, are you asleep?" Midia's voice rang out again from outside the room.
The same words, in almost exactly the same tone, repeated what had just been said like a recording. The scene struck Sifa as strange and eerie.
If Sifa had opened the door at that moment, he would have seen Midia standing outside. But now, her skin was as pale as a corpse's, her body lacked the slightest warmth, and her pupils were ash-gray. Her mouth opened and closed as she repeated the same words.
Looking into her mouth, a bloodshot eyeball could be seen emerging within her dark throat.
After repeating herself several times, the voice outside finally stopped, followed by footsteps gradually fading away.
Kardashian sat gracefully beside the bed. "She's gone."
Sifa looked at her and asked, "Ms. Kardashian, do you know what just happened?"
"The little girl was being controlled."
Kardashian said casually, "She was possessed by an evil spirit, or controlled by the power of death. In any case, just as I said before, there's a high-ranking person or object of the 'Death' Pathway on this island."
"We're currently at the edge of the island, so you can't sense it yet, since you're not of this Pathway."
"But I am, at least partially."
Kardashian shifted the position of her legs. "The suppression of lower ranks by higher ranks in this Pathway is severe. If you enter the island's interior, I may not be able to follow you."
"So you'd better make preparations. If you have no choice but to enter the island, you'll