"Real 'food'?"
Jason smiled.
"If you're referring to the scent that clings to you, the residue..."
"I'd be delighted."
That's what Jason said.
Hannibal's eyes lit up.
"As I thought!"
"Jason, you too are aware of 'them'."
He said, issuing a low chuckle.
In that chuckling, Hannibal sat across from Jason, crossing his hands under his chin for support.
"In October of PY81, during the 'Lan Bridge Blockade Battle', a huge phantom appeared, spanning the entire battlefield for 20 seconds, witnessed by over four thousand people. Within a week, all of them died successively, most by suicide, with both sides maintaining silence."
"In January of PY82, during the 'Golden Flash Battle', the attacking side suddenly heard meaningless noises, resulting in more than half of a division's casualties, with the remaining soldiers going mad and dying from myocardial infarction over the next half-year."
