The scream echoed from the mouths of two other cultists. It appeared like a regular brainwashing-induced panic attack at first, but then Ted realized that the air was rippling around the three men and his view of them seemed like it was oddly misplaced.
Madorn had told him to stay away from the Air Snake.
"Follow me into the sleeping quarters, those who are capable of doing so," the cult leader said calmly. "This potion has a habit of exposing those with evil in their hearts."
Surprisingly, the cultists did as he told them to do. In the light of lanterns, things did not seem half as bad, but Ted was still upset. He didn't even know what had happened to the three men. They might have been thrown overboard or worse, and if the high cor did not play his cards right, their fates could become a turning point in the current of the common opinion.
"Those who harbor ill intentions towards their fellow human beings don't last for long around here," Ted lied.
