"A voice?" Michael frowned, knowing that it could only mean trouble.
"What is that voice saying?"
Elina didn't answer. Her hands wrapped around her knees as she started to tremble violently.
"Hey, speak to me!" Eliza grabbed her sister by the shoulders and shook her, trying to pull her out of the mental haze she was trapped in.
It didn't seem to work.
A moment later, Elina's lips parted again.
"It's cold." She said, her grip tightening around her knees. "I… I am going to freeze to death."
Eliza's eyes darkened.
Her sister tended to be a high-spirited person. This was the first time she had seen her act like this.
However, soon enough. Eliza seemed to grasp what her sister meant, and her own limbs began to tremble.
"You are right… it's freezing."
Persephone's expression was a mixture of mild amusement and annoyance.
"Hey, hey, we are on a star! Did you go mad just a few hours into our operation?"
