Feierbahah, bound by two sailors, knelt there like a dead dog, his blood mixed with saliva dripping slowly from the corner of his mouth. His face betrayed madness, and he was muttering incomprehensible, nonsensical things.
"Has this Feierbahah been controlled by something on the island?" Charles looked in surprise at the nearby Floating Island.
In both his tone and his words, he was nothing like the Feierbahah clone they had encountered before.
Seeing that he was still staring intently at him, Charles pondered for a few seconds before stepping forward to attempt communication.
Whatever this thing was, at least it could use human language. Since he could speak and listen, maybe some information could be prised from it. "Who are you? Is this island your territory?"
"Hehehe..." He laughed in a low voice with his head hanging down, showing no reaction to Charles's inquiry.
