"Who are you?" Upon hearing the voice mentioning a familiar scent, Henry couldn't help but furrow his brows, warily gazing towards the direction from where the voice in the darkness emanated.
"Interesting, interesting, it smells of father," the voice suddenly adopted a bizarre and mocking tone, and spoke, "However, you're not one of our kin. Among those blessed by gods and those who seek to usurp divine fortune, which kind are you?"
The voice grew stranger as it spoke, eventually even taking on an angry tone.
Finally, speaking to itself, it said, "I think it's the latter; you have usurped my father's fortune."
"Those who steal the fortune of gods deserve to die!"
As soon as these words fell, a series of tremors suddenly emanated from the darkness, and Henry abruptly felt the presence of many entities around him.
One by one, points of light began to glow in the darkness, accompanied by deep, growling sounds filling every direction.
