At first, the whispers were so faint that Lin Mu could barely distinguish them from the background noise of his own thoughts. Hundreds of voices seemed to speak at once, their words layered over each other until nothing coherent remained.
Some sounded angry. Others seemed desperate. A few carried such overwhelming grief that even their unintelligible murmurs conveyed the emotions they had possessed before becoming part of the weapon.
Then the whispers grew louder as they turned into moans, then the moans became groans and finally came the screams. Thousands of voices erupted through Lin Mu's mind. There was Pain, Anger, Regret, Hatred, Fear and Accusation, fueling the voices.
The emotions crashed against his consciousness one after another as the Cestus attempted to overwhelm his will through sheer volume.
