Die!
I don't want to die!
Why is this happening!
AHHH!
I hate it!
The whispers echoed in the mind of Mephistopheles, who had absorbed the cursed energy from the battlefield.
[Cursed Energy: 89]
"When you use the cursed power, you will no longer hear the whispers," said the female voice of the distant existence.
Mephistopheles remained atop the military tent; the sun had risen a few minutes earlier.
Both armies were preparing for battle, but no one was aware of Mephistopheles' presence.
The remaining soldiers of the Presial kingdom's army did not hide their grim expressions. Many of them had kept their frustration to themselves, but Mephistopheles had heard all the frustration, all the resentment, and every curse that had not been uttered the night before.
With his heavy halberd in his right hand, wearing his gold and black armor, Prince Absab exclaimed in a firm voice:
