Those were the eye sockets of two enormous, twisted human faces growing back to back, looking like two sides of some evil, ancient, ultra-massive grouper, burning with fierce Netherworld Fire inside.
It hadn't fully approached yet, but an indescribable spirit impact was crashing on each crew member's soul like a tangible wave, even the "Mourner" without a soul seemed to be teetering, as if on the brink of being devoured by its contamination!
Obscure, lengthy, and eerie whispers exploded directly in everyone's minds, a cacophony of insane screams, crying, and blasphemous hisses, telling tales of loneliness in the deep sea, eternal cold, and the anguish of being devoured!
Even the "Butcher" group with absolute killing will instinctively covered their ears, some rolled their eyes in the intense exchange of wills, foaming at the mouth, slowly curling up, then faintly letting out hysterical laughter...
"Demon Puppet, give it some force! Get control of these cursed bastards!!"
