Adam froze.

He looked around at the colorful landscape with a terrifying expression on his hideous face. The sea birds resting everywhere scattered in a frenzy when that booming voice echoed all around.

"Am I hearing things?" He mumbled in shock.

He lowered his head, then stroked his charred chin in puzzlement. "No, wait. That's not right. I'm always hearing things," he said.

"But that voice just now…" He looked around the place where he was training. "I'm sure it came from all around me. And it spoke to me in… Old Lunari! At least… I think it was Old Lunari?"

The voices in his head always spoke in Jotun. And from time to time, he would even hear a strange, oddly familiar voice speaking in Acaros—the language of humans in Tron.

As realization dawned on Adam, his eyes… or rather, his hollow sockets… widened in astonishment. "It spoke in Old Lunari!"

The elves of Baja spoke Lunari, a language as old and enduring as the ancient trees they lived among. It was a language of grace and beauty, of songs and tales passed down through the millennia.

But Adam knew that the elven tongue was a more simplified version of Old Lunari, a language spoken by the ancient elves of the legendary city, Feypore!

"Wait, wait, wait!" Adam panicked. He immediately started to pace around in apprehension, scanning his surroundings with vigilance.

"Why would the voice speak to me in Old Lunari? Isn't it supposed to be in Jotun or Acaros… wait, why would I even hear words in Acaros in the first place? Am I… am I really going crazy?!"

On the verge of yet another mental breakdown, Adam's found his lips subconsciously curling upward.

He suddenly looked over his shoulder in fear. "What was that? Ah, never mind…"

At last, he stopped pacing around. He looked at the bright blue sky and broke into nervous laughter. "Haha… hahaha… I think I'm really going crazy. Anyway, what else is new?"

In the next heartbeat, the fear in his heart disappeared, or perhaps… he foolishly suppressed it. Adam walked up to the base of the nearest small hill, then began practicing the Astral Tyrant Manual again like nothing had happened.

As he lost himself in the mysteries and cadence of this battle art, the voices in his head seemingly vanished. Now, all that was left was him, the battle art, and the target before him.

Time flowed ceaselessly, and before he knew it, evening had fallen. And with the arrival of sunset, the small coral hill in front of him also collapsed into rubble, unable to take the burden of his tyrannical strikes.

Losing himself in the joy of training was another good way to suppress the ravings of the Faceless Mask, but not as potent as his first two methods.

With the arrival of night, it was now time for Adam to pause his training. Life had settled into a relaxing routine for him. Now, it was time to take a dip in the ocean and find some food.

"Life is good," He murmured with a faint smile. "If only… it weren't so lonely."

As he was 'looking' at the crumbled hill before him with a melancholic smile on his face, the deep, ancient voice from before thundered in the air once again:

"I said enough!"

A chill crawled down Adam's spine. This time, he slowly turned around, looking eastward. Although that voice just now echoed from all around him, he was certain that it originated from the east.

In that instant, a cold dread gripped his heart, and he found himself gulping nervously.

"Don't tell me…" he muttered in horror. "Am I not the only one on this island?!!"

When he had woken up on this mysterious and colorful island more than three months ago, the first thing he did was heal his wounds. The next thing he did was scour the entire place to look for any potential dangers.

And indeed, according to his findings, he was the only one on this island. He was supposed to be…

Adam collapsed to his knees, and he reached out to clutch his hair…

"Wait, I don't have hair!" He laughed.

He laughed and laughed and laughed.

The next moment, his expression turned deadpan, and he whispered, "Did you hear that?"

Of course, no answer came.

Because no one was there.

But then…

Someone spoke.

And it wasn't him.

"Pathetic."

Adam scrambled to his feet, screaming in fright. He immediately conjured his staff, then froze for a moment. He turned his head to a random direction and explained:

"Did I mention that the Staff of Calamity is a weapon tied to my soul? What that means is I can store it in my spirit sea instead of a storage artifact. Speaking of storage artifacts…"

His shoulders slouched in depression, and he smiled brilliantly. "My precious wine… all gone…"

The next moment, he became instantly alert. "Wait! I'm focusing on the wrong thing here! That voice just now… It didn't speak in Old Lunari, nor did it speak in Jotun. Oh, goodness arcana! It spoke in Acaros! Am I really going crazy?!"

In the next heartbeat, his expression shifted dramatically once again. His hideous face twisted into a dark scowl as he turned east, his grip around the staff tightening.

"Alas," he muttered coldly. "It would appear that I'm not alone."

It seemed that Adam was going to take drastic measures and take care of the danger he had just been made aware of. But the next moment, he let out a hearty laugh.

"It means I won't feel lonely anymore!" he exclaimed, beaming with joy.

And before he knew it, he utilized Stellar Steps—the mobility technique of the Astral Tyrant Manual—and vanished from his spot.

Several minutes later, he arrived at the easternmost point of the island. Standing at the edge of the island, he murmured, "Hello? Is anyone there? I know you can hear me… I hope you can hear me."

For a few moments, there was no response. Adam was truly beginning to feel that he was going insane. But then…

The entire island rumbled once again!

At first, the ocean below stirred. Then, slowly, a vast shape of… land rose from the depths right in front of Adam. The 'land' kept climbing higher and higher, shedding curtains of water and foam, until finally it revealed itself.

In that moment… Adam was thunderstruck.

What he had thought to be a piece of land actually turned out to be the head of a colossal beast! Its ancient eyes gleamed like twin blue suns as it broke the surface of the water and exhaled a thunderous breath.

Then, opening its giant maw, it spoke in a voice heavy with frustration:

"Little human, you are bothersome!"

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