From her knowing smile, Grey knew that the captain must have prepared for a situation like this. After all, for her to mutilate her own body and be so ruthless toward herself, she must have a way to recover.
Hence, he did not ask any further questions. The stench of blood began to permeate the area as the winds blew fiercely, carrying the metallic scent through the air.
With the captain's heart in Grey's hand, she began to mutter an incantation in a low voice.
At first, her voice was soft and gentle, like a faint whisper drifting through the wind. But very soon, it grew louder and became filled with an unknown, ancient meaning. Even though the captain was only a reflection within the eyeball, her voice sounded as though it was right beside them, echoing clearly in their ears.
What happened next was shocking.
The captain's mutilated corpse began to mutter as well, its voice low and hoarse.
