A fog shrouded the farm that never saw daylight all year round. On both sides of the road, wheat stalks as tall as two people rubbed against each other in the wind, producing a fine rustling sound.
The ringing in Edin's ears gradually intensified. He pressed his throbbing temples, his knuckles turning pale from the force.
A kind of nonexistent whisper echoed in his mind, as annoying as the sound of chains dragging across slate.
Edin's steps unconsciously slowed down. As he staggered, he noticed that his companions had already walked more than ten steps ahead, their figures about to be swallowed by the swaying sea of wheat...
In a trance, a warmth like a stream suddenly swept over his back, and a pale golden halo spread from his shoulder and neck to his entire body.
The incessant buzzing vanished in an instant. Even if it was only temporary, it brought Edin immense comfort.
