Chapter 292: Posthumous Work (11)
“ROAR!”
A deep, terrifying roar echoed from the distant depths of the sea.
More tentacles burst through the ocean’s surface, wrapping themselves around the fragile wooden ship.
Thunder crashed across the heavens. Violent sea winds tore at everything in sight, while torrential rain poured down as if it meant to drown the entire world.
Under the combined assault of the monstrous sea creature and the raging storm, seawater flooded into the hull. The wooden vessel creaked and groaned, gradually showing signs of breaking apart.
In the center of the cabin, before the mountain of corpses, Everly clenched her teeth, struggling against the chaotic whispers and delirious murmurs filling her mind.
Some voices were high, others low. Some belonged to men, others to women; some sounded old, others young. Again and again, they repeated the same incomprehensible phrase Thomas had spoken, luring her, threatening her, urging her to submit to the Great Will—to chant the incantation alongside them, offer up her own body, and become nourishment for their great master.
The whispers continued to multiply.
As the cacophony flooded her consciousness, chaotic, mottled colors gradually consumed her vision. In a daze, Everly felt her awareness soaring ever higher, rising into the boundless cosmos. There, beyond countless rivers of stars, she glimpsed something horrifying—immense, indescribable, beyond the reach of language…