Time passed without knowing how long.
Hades once again recovered from the murmurs and found himself standing in the small room where Teacher Rogen conducted lessons.
How many times has he escaped from the murmurs now? He couldn't remember the count clearly, but it definitely exceeded two handfuls.
He had been tormented into leaving deep psychological scars that couldn't recover for a while. Even now that he was out of the murmurs' effects, his body still couldn't help but tremble, like an alcoholic who couldn't reach alcohol.
Rogen stood opposite, as always, quietly waiting. If he took a few more steps forward, it would attract Rogen's attention, and then he would receive a new round of teaching... and the murmur time when problems arose in class.
At this thought, Hades' body instinctively shivered; his body was etched with fear of the murmurs.
