"You don't need to speak aloud—just tell me directly in your mind. I can hear you." The ethereal voice echoed in Charles's mind.
Charles stared in astonishment at the colorful, translucent jellyfish spinning around him.
"All of these are me. You're so surprised, but you're not the first, nor will you be the last." As the voice spoke, the glowing jellyfish gathered, forming a hazy, circular, female face.
Although Charles was deeply shocked, he had adapted after all he had experienced. Whatever the Heike Clan's reasons for worshiping these jellyfish as a Prophet, it had nothing to do with him. He just needed his information.
Looking at the jellyfish before him, Charles carefully chose his words. "My wife says you have a way to lift the gods' curse?"
