The moment he set eyes on the tentacles, a torrent of disjointed whispers reverberated in He Ao's mind, as if countless thoughts were murmuring in his ear.
The whispers were so familiar; they were the very same ones He Ao had heard from that hidden entity in the mental asylum.
The shadows before him, like a curtain of tentacles, seemed to be an extension of that hidden entity's power.
However, the shadows spreading into this study didn't seem as sensitive as those in the mental asylum, or perhaps the power that extended into this study wasn't as dense.
As he gazed at these shadows, besides bringing chaotic whispers to He Ao, they didn't give the feeling of being watched up close by a terrifying higher being, like in the mental asylum.
He Ao looked at these shadowy tentacles, pondered for a moment, then turned his head toward the direction of the living room.
