“Anyone!” Van’s voice echoed throughout the village.
Alastor immediately hushed him down. “Don’t call them out like that. The last thing we want is an entire colony coming after us.”
“Relax. I doubt they’re still—urghh!”
Van fell on his knees, bearing his head blaring in pain and shriek. Memories not from him flooded with images.
It felt like a lifetime when he got struck when it finally ended.
Van wearily lifted and attended his eyes on them.
“Oh god.” Van muttered. “These people were the ones from the lost colony.”
“You mean the lost colony of Roanoke?” Kate asked.
Van nodded. “They were supposed to meet up with the soldiers when the Croatoan appeared. It trapped them within its illusion and cast the spell similar to what we’ve seen on your uncle Benny. It continued to feed and grew to that.”
“That’s odd.” Kate said. “If it were feeding for the last hundreds of years, it should be expected that it would be a lot stronger by then.”