"Come... come to me..."
Lynch's figure suddenly paused, his brow furrowed instantly: "This voice...?"
He immediately released his spiritual power, spreading perception around him like an invisible radar. Quickly, he confirmed the source of the voice—it wasn't coming from a specific location, but instead seemed to emanate from the pulse of the entire island beneath his feet, eventually converging towards the center of the island.
There, it seemed that something existed, crossing the distance of space, sending a clear summoning to him.
"I... mean no harm... young holder of the Revival Rule..."
The voice sounded again, seemingly to dispel his doubts, conveying spiritual waves that were calm and sincere, devoid of any hostile or deceptive intent.
"Come to me... I have words for you... I... need your help..."
Lynch stood in place, a trace of hesitation flashing in his eyes. The unease brought by the external elemental anomalies still lingered in his mind, making him eager to leave.
