112 Aberration! God of Evil's Whispers!

Plap!

A soft sound.

The moment the mask covered Link's face, it made changes on its own. It extended and contracted as if it had dissolved into a puddle of liquid, extremely molded to Link's face.

At the same time, strange and twisted whispers appeared with it.

In a trance, Link only felt like all the light in his surroundings dimmed at once. The masses who were fighting and the Dark Sage had all vanished.

There was only a fog-like mist before his eyes. In the darkness that could not be seen through, an unknown existence seemed to be hidden and was snickering softly.

"He's… here."

"He's finally here."

"Link…"

As whispers continuously entered his ears, the back of Link's neck also turned cold instantly. It was as if some sort of slimy cirrus had brushed across it, and it made him uneasy in his heart.

At the same time, the [Fearless Pathfinder] title's passive skill, [Fearless], also began taking effect.