Chapter 713: Sherry Still Shaken

"The island… This island as a whole is part of the ancient gods, and everything on the island… stone, soil, those things that look like trees, are all the same…

"The heretics living on this island used its resources to build houses, manufacture ships, eat what grows in the dirt here, and day after day held ceremonies, summoning demons… binding themselves to the island…

"There are indeed no living people left on the island; everyone has been 'eaten' by 'it,' by the island... Those damn fools… the foolish cultists stirred something in the depths of the island, reviving it…"

Sherry, sitting on the ground at the edge of the square and holding her knees, relayed in discontinuous snippets what she had just witnessed. Her lingering fear and anxiety were deeply imprinted in her mind. The brief glimpse of "truth" had put immense pressure on her sanity, and although the captain had "pulled" her out in the nick of time, her mind still seemed to buzz with many fuzzy "memories" buzzing around.