The grand magus' voice that went straight into and reverberated inside his mind was like an absolute order, forcing his feet to move by themselves and bring him into the abyss-like crack in front of him.
As his body rapidly dropped down through the pitch black hole, Emery started to hear unfamiliar voices.
They all came in the form of soft whispers in his mind, as if they were trying to seduce him; and the deeper he fell, the more voices he heard.
Just like the voices he heard from the other restricted islands, Emery couldn't understand a single word of what they were trying to convey. Not with his Spirit Reading nor the translation function the symbol etched on his palm possessed.
When he reached thirty miles deep, his feet finally touched the ground once more. Once he landed Emery immediately felt bone-chilling air in his surroundings followed by multiple eerie-looking forms made of white mist.
"Is.. that.. Human?"
