"Who are you, and why do you linger here?"
An unfamiliar voice echoed in everyone's ears.
This female voice sounded like thin porcelain clinking together, exuding a chill perfectly matched with the heavy snow of Yilushier, with a faint breathy tone like the flicker of a candle in the wind.
For some reason, just listening to it made one feel pity for its owner, as if conversing with a fragile porcelain doll.
Fingerley turned his head to exchange glances with his companions, signaling them to reply cautiously and to search for the source of the voice.
But his companions were a straw man and a fully armored figure, he couldn't see their eyes at all.
Can't my teammates dress more normally....
He murmured in his heart, then said to the air:
"We are... the Undead from afar!" Fingerley thought quickly and pulled out the term.
"The Undead?" The voice sounded somewhat puzzled.
Did I say something wrong? He immediately broke into a cold sweat.
