After saying those words, the moths truly began to move under Anna's gaze.
Hundreds of albino children slowly walked into the water, leaving only their heads above the surface. The moths in the air followed closely behind, their white and black spots covering the entire lake. The sound of flapping wings gradually formed a strange, low-frequency rhythm, and the lake water began to swirl. The spots on the moths' wings seemed to come alive, forming dense, circular patterns that made Anna's scalp crawl.
As the grotesque pattern of spots slowly began to spin, the entire lake lost its natural color, leaving only black and white.
Perhaps because the moths needed to focus, the other people they controlled suddenly regained their own will. But faced with this indescribable scene, they were overcome with instinctual terror and scrambled toward the caves, desperate to escape. They were driven back just as quickly, however, because the attackers from outside had already stormed in.
