"Bang!" Charles suddenly sat up in bed, struggling to run towards the round porthole beside him, but Anna quickly stopped him.
"Calm down, calm down, we are at least a hundred kilometers away from British Island now, it's all over."
With Anna's support, Charles lay back down on the ship, looked at his wife in front of him, and recalled the events that had unfolded. A bitter smile appeared on his face.
Was everything really over? Why did he feel like it was just the beginning?
"The being that Swan summoned, do you recognize it?" Charles's hoarse voice echoed in the cabin.
The faint smile on Anna's face disappeared, and her expression became hesitant. "Its true name, I shouldn't say, but you can call it the Feast-Goer of Dusk."
Feast-Goer? The image of a gigantic sound, even larger than "Longka" that was detected by ultrasound, emerged in Charles's mind.
Now that he thought about it, this mysterious god didn't have a human form, resembling more of a sphere.
