As the old man's voice echoed, the surrounding noise immediately quieted down considerably.
All eyes turned to the cell where the old man was confined, and a deep sense of wariness appeared in their gazes.
"That Ghost Old Man, he's at it again..."
"Keep quiet, be careful not to draw his attention."
"I don't believe he can still eat me from this far."
"Have you forgotten how those others met their end?"
The voices grew quieter, and Sterl could feel the few remaining greedy gazes fading away from him.
Twisting, chaos, seduction...
The old man was clearly using some kind of ability. After being targeted by him, Sterl felt a sensation similar to being dragged into an Otherworldly Dream.
His consciousness and perception were being slowly warped, and it felt even more intense than the sensation in the Otherworldly Dream. At this rate, if not for his terrifying regeneration speed and resistance, it would take about 135 years for his consciousness to be completely distorted.
