Prison of Darkness.
Herbert slowly strolled through the darkness.
This time, for some unknown reason, Svanni didn't interfere with him again, and he didn't rush to search.
He just walked slowly in the darkness, conversing secretly with the Evil God in his mind.
"Nenasha, does Fremay's singing have some special power? Can it hurt ordinary people when they hear it?"
Herbert wasn't so dull as to not realize that Fremay's excitement was related to that song.
["It probably does? It doesn't affect me anyway, and I think it sounds quite nice!"]
"Okay, I shouldn't have asked you, go play then."
Recalling Fremay's panicked expression when she first discovered him, he raised an eyebrow slightly, remembering her title "Death's Howl."
Singing and death—aren't the two possibly related—could her singing have a deadly effect?
Many people couldn't withstand it and died horribly?
If that's the case... Wow, what a death rock Sea Siren!
How thrilling!
