—— It's so hot, so hot.
—— Mommy, mommy.
—— Save me, save me.
—— I don't want to die, die, die, die.
Without vibrating the air, without passing through the eardrums and nerves, a voice as monotonous as that of a broken recording device roared in one's mind, the emotionless and unwavering murmurs crawled like countless worms in Roland's head.
Even after having heard it once, Roland couldn't help but feel an almost instinctive revulsion.
(This is…the voice of the "Undead"...!)
Not the spirits in the traditional sense, but those who, after death, had their brain structures mechanically duplicated, including the thought patterns of the final moments before death, repeating the dying cries of the departed, housed within a metallic body—the mechanical Undead.
