The unique trembling of human footsteps approached from afar. Charles not only sensed the crowd but also heard the working turbines of his "Unicorne," and they even brought over a floating airship.
Then, the distant chatter gradually reached Charles's ears; he recognized it— it was his own voice.
"Hurry up, we're almost there. Locke and the others are waiting for us up ahead. Linda, get the medicine for external injuries ready; I just saw some of them hurt."
Hearing this, a wave of fury instantly surged in Charles's heart. The enemy was using his own body to deceive his crew into delivering themselves to death.
"Charles," a trembling voice next to him advised, "I suggest you had better not rush out directly. In their eyes, you're just a monster now. Charging over like this is completely delivering yourself to death."
"I know that, of course," Charles replied, "but right now we must warn them not to enter that black hole. Wait, I've thought of a way. Follow me; I need your help."
