As the Magic Array recorded the message.
Silence settled over their surroundings once more.
She instinctively glanced at Lynn's expression out of the corner of her eye. His earlier flippancy had vanished, his gaze fixed intently on the center of the Magic Array. The hand gripping her shoulder was practically digging into her skin.
He seemed genuinely concerned about this. That expression hardly looked like an act, and if he only wanted to convince her, there was no need to go to such lengths.
Her brows drew together even more tightly.
Time passed slowly.
Every second felt like a year.
Finally, several minutes later, White Night's voice came through again.
"I understand. I'll go to the Royal ??? Potion Association right now. They mentioned the parasites to me yesterday. Hold on. I'll have someone there speak to you."
There was a brief pause.
Then, amid a rustle of static, a hoarse voice came through.
"Hello, Mr. Lynn. I'm the Research Association's chief potion maker. In fact, we were just about to report to our superiors. Our research into the Parasite Beasts you gave us has yielded some preliminary analyses and conclusions. I'm afraid the situation is somewhat tricky."
Lynn immediately frowned and said gravely:
"Repeat after me: please explain in detail."
This time, Messiah could not understand what the other party said, because the voice coming through no longer spoke Chinese, but the language of Hell.
All she could do was continue repeating Lynn's words and maintain the connection through the Magic Array.
Soon.
The hoarse voice spoke again.
"These parasites reproduce rapidly and possess terrifying adaptability. They don't have much effect on transcendent creatures or somewhat stronger flesh creatures, but if the goal is to infect and kill the inhabitants of the Surface World on a large scale, they