Before climbing the mountain, Roger had thoroughly observed the surrounding environment. They were on a solitary peak, surrounded by an ocean, and at least within his sight, he couldn't see the end of the sea.
There was no moon in the sky, but it wasn't completely dark. At least on the distant sea and sky, he could see faint glimmers of light.
But the reason he felt alert and hid was not due to the distant light, but the faintly discernible sounds in the darkness.
Those whispered murmurs seemed to echo right beside him, but upon listening closely, they suddenly drifted away. No, it wasn't long before Roger figured it out.
These specter-like sounds seemed to be the wind in this environment, their origin unknown, permeating the entire world.
Perhaps they've always existed, only revealing themselves fully in the darkness.
A faint fissure appeared in the distant sky, and those wandering souls, like the wind, flocked to the crack one after another.
