The vocabulary from past memories was brought up again, as if reaching the present through memories once more.
Lorenzo looked at everyone, his gaze heavy and cold.
It was as if the language possessed magic power. Accompanied by Lorenzo's gentle narration, an unknown force slowly bred in places that the fierce flames could not illuminate,
"We spent several days to reach that town. They called themselves Valley Town. Due to its inaccessibility and the eerie fog that enveloped it, the locals had an odd, morbid aura about them."
"The entire Valley Town was cloaked in a highly bizarre color, and according to a certain postman, several terrifying murders occurred there... In fact, they can no longer be described merely as murders, as it's difficult for humans to manage such acts."
"Those?" asked Red Falcon, seemingly entranced by the story.
"Very brutal tortures, you might even call it a sacrificial ritual of some bizarre cult,"
Lorenzo said slowly.
