The sensation of swaying invaded the bedroom from the picture frame, stirring the once tranquil room into disquiet like a cup of trembling water sparking a terrifying storm.
"Clang clang clang... clang clang clang..."
Books fell from the shelves amidst the shaking, their covers snapped open with a "pop", and page after page of ancient paper rustled like dried human skin hanging from branches, the stench of rotting flesh suddenly pervading Lin Yi's nostrils.
Every mysterious symbol on the pages seemed to come to life, fluttering into the air from the books, circling around Lin Yi, emitting their own sounds—as if ancient witch priests were dancing around green flames, long-forgotten verses drifting with syllables that didn't conform to human phonetics, close one moment and distant the next...
"Void void void void...!!"
"Void void void void...!!"
