Despite Annan not having done anything, two people had fought to the death in a fierce battle.
Up until now, it had barely been less than an hour since the sky had turned dark, yet three people had either gone mad or died.
And furthermore...
"Elle" slightly raised her head.
With her emerald green, pure eyes, she silently stared at the distant, dark night sky.
She wondered if it was an illusion.
After those three people died, the sky seemed to grow even darker.
The night sky, already pitch-black, now looked like ink... the thick darkness almost seemed to drip down. The glow from the streetlights around became weak and feeble.
[Will this bring about any new effects?]
Elle asked in Annan's heart.
She was somewhat worried.
"I don't know. And there's no need to know,"
Annan, controlling Elle's body, answered lightly as he hopped and skipped along the street.
[But I am a bit concerned. This doesn't look normal...]