Chapter #32: Echoes of Intrigue
The WMC's head began to throb in a rhythmic cadence, the beat resonating like a haunting drum. In response, it clutched its head and unleashed a roar that echoed through the air, its voice a tumultuous force that drew their attention.
"What the hell?" said Will.
Youta said in a concerned voice "What's happening to him?"
Amid the clamor, Youta's own head began to throb in an unsettling synchrony with the WMC's. The discomfort escalated, and he couldn't contain a sharp cry as he grasped his head, the pain rippling through him.
"Youta, what's wrong?" Will's voice rang with a mixture of urgency and confusion.
Youta struggled to respond through the torment that gripped him, his attempt to speak fragmented as he wrestled with the pulsating pain.
Brooks' gaze shifted from Youta to the WMC, The memory of their earlier flickered in his mind,
"It's just like earlier but we didn't feel any pain," Brooks thinks to himself