"BANG!" Charles suddenly jerked upright, struggling to rush toward the round porthole, but Anna hurriedly stopped him.
"Calm down, calm down. We're at least a hundred kilometers from British Island now. It's over."
With Anna's support, Charles lay back down on the bed. He looked at his wife before him, and as he recalled what had happened, a bitter smile surfaced on his face.
Is it really all over? Why does it feel like this is just the beginning?
"The thing Swan summoned… do you know what it is?" Charles's raspy voice echoed in the cabin.
The faint smile vanished from Anna's face, her expression growing hesitant. "It's not convenient for me to say Its true name. You can call It the Feast-Goer of Dusk."
Feast-Goer? The massive sound detected by the ultrasound—even larger than Longka—resurfaced in Charles's mind.
On second thought, that mysterious God wasn't humanoid… more like a sphere.
"It… how powerful is It?"
