It's over. Alka felt a chill in his heart. Sometimes he was just excessively unlucky. He'd just narrowly escaped death twice, and now it was happening again. This third time, he feared he might only face death directly.
Just when Alka was thinking this, a voice suddenly echoed in his mind.
"Young Hunter, come over. Come to my side."
Who? Alka wondered. The voice echoing in his mind was ethereal yet authoritative.
Suddenly, Alka looked up at the White Mist Serpent that was staring intently in their direction.
Could it be...
"Young Hunter, come over. I mean no harm."
"Come and accept him. Accept this trophy."
Listening to the voice in his mind, Alka looked at the gigantic serpent head that was raised, staring at them.
He sighed silently. Although he didn't know what it meant, it seemed there was no escaping it.
He turned his head to Lucilia and said, "The snake is calling me. If I don't send a message back soon, you should leave immediately."
