"Khe-ah-sha Vuh-roth Ah - ⚕ᚨᚠᚖ𐤀."
"Please, for God's sake, tell me it is only my imagination, and this sound didn't come from behind us," Myne hearing a demonic incantation warped through some eldritch echo chamber, mingling with a guttural laughter that scraped against his sanity right behind him, with trembling legs, asked Alban in a crying voice, he already closed his eyes in fear.
Alban's strained smile betrayed the terror in his eyes as he replied, "I wish I could say it was, Brat, but sadly, we are not so lucky, and... It is not your imagination... We are f*cked up again." Like Myne, his face was turned towards the wall, back defenselessly facing the thing behind them. All the hair on his body had already stood up, and he tightened his grip on his battle axe, ready to fight.
"Can you understand what that thing behind us is speaking?"
