Prologue (Part 4)

Reflected in the eye's red and yellow iris was a face of visible disgust. 'What the hell is it?' he thought.

A line spread down the middle of the eye, which opened into rows and rows of dagger-like teeth. "What the hell is it?" it echoed, again and again, each time getting softer and slower as more voices seemed to join in.

The mouth twitched towards Ignus. "He is the Mumbling Prophet," Ignus's voice spilled from his mouth, followed by echoes of distant voices like before. The Mumbling Prophet could not only read Wilhelm's, but everyone's.

It spoke to them through their thoughts.

The mouth shifted towards Citrus. "He is Wilhelm."

"Hi," Wilhelm said. "A-are you close with the goddess?"