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Stepping onto the island, I feel my blood curdle. I look at the other ten warriors with me. There's also General Lorant and Klevon. They are all tensed. Even Theo is scouring the area with eagle-eyed focus.
It's understandable. Something is wrong within this island, but I guess that's always the accompanying feeling every time humans play with the gods. The last time humans tried to commune with the gods, werewolves are created. However, soon, it causes a war that claimed thousands, if not millions, of lives.
I see Theo's eyes shift on me. He moves towards me, but I look away and follow General Lorant. He is already making his way toward the island.
Entering the foliage, it's become even worse. There is a suffocating fog and everything is wet. Suddenly, I smell lavender. Theo is beside me as I turn. I frown at him. He catches my hand as I move away.
"Stay with me, Kaiya. This…" he mutters. "… is unnatural."
As if proving his point, he raises his palm. Water erupts from his open palm. It's dancing… or rather, it's unstable. It's as if he is trying to make a tornado but only managing a misshapen, disproportionate blob of water.
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