Obviously, Nana was still just Nana. Silvanus didn't react at all to her threat and simply said in a calm voice, "You heard it too, right?"
Nana scoffed. "Crying in the middle of the night and disturbing my sleep deserves having their tongue ripped out."
With that, she strode forward without hesitation.
Watching her decisive figure, Silvanus truly wouldn't doubt her words.
He lifted Vivian onto his shoulder, then quickly followed after her.
The mist on the shore had yet to fade. Fortunately, the moonlight offered some visibility, though they still couldn't see far. After walking for a while, they could make out a faint silhouette on the beach. The crying grew louder and louder.
By now, both Silvanus and Nana could feel something wasn't right. They exchanged a glance and slowed their pace.
The cries intensified, tinged with despair, and then the tone suddenly shifted—melodic, hauntingly beautiful.
Nana's and Silvanus's eyes both began to glaze over.
