Though it hasn't completely disappeared.
The nauseating temptation and whispers still stubbornly cling to the edges of consciousness like maggots on a bone.
But the intensity has decreased from a nearly overwhelming level to what they used to feel in the Main World when facing powerful enemies or at a poor Status—an annoying "noise" that can be suppressed by willpower and the gift of Datafication.
"Hoo... Ha..."
Nightingale took a deep breath, as if a drowning person had surfaced, sweat soaking her temple.
Rock's tense muscles relaxed, shaking his head. Nap breathed a long sigh, refocusing his gaze, but the panic hadn't completely faded.
Sharp Claw spat fiercely, feeling the pull that almost tore him apart finally weakened.
"Damn... this haunted place..." Sharp Claw cursed again, but this time his tone carried a hint of post-survival anxiety and fear.
"This Peaceful Heart Stone Ring... almost couldn't hold up! No wonder... no wonder it requires shifts..."
