The most crucial part is that these "voices" weren't even whispered, even Shana, who he held in his arms, could hear them.
Their hearts were truly despicable!
At the same time, he couldn't help but glance at Shana and just happened to see, beneath her pale golden hair—covered in a great deal of dust and blood—a somewhat disheveled face with a pair of ice-blue, lucid eyes staring at him.
There was no discernible emotion, but it seemed as though she was contemplating something?
"I..." Colin was about to speak.
"Don't pay attention to them, don't get distracted,"
Shana nestled in Colin's arms, motionless as usual, her instructing voice brushed through Colin's heart.
After a pause, she added, "I believe in you, thank you."
And at the same time, some organized "inspiration" about this place unfolded neatly in Colin's mind.
Through this information, Colin quickly understood the situation of some of the heretics on the scene.
"Hmm."
