In this backward world that has not yet been ravaged by headphones and sound systems, most people can still achieve the first half of "hearing and seeing", and Kraft is no exception.

He felt like he heard something, although it was very difficult to detect and even made people suspect that it was a hallucination caused by being in a quiet environment for too long.

It's like someone dragging heavy burlap bags on the snow, grinding tiny crystals with inferior fibers or other materials. The soft snow layer breaks under the strong external force, and then the space is squeezed. Countless clever snowflakes break and collapse into stiff snow blocks - that's the sound he heard.

If there is no feeling of error, the sound is passing less than five meters away from Kraft's window, and in the darkness where even this well nourished young man cannot see, its advance is decisive and powerful.

This makes it difficult to convince oneself with a reasonable reason, such as explaining it as a late returning person or a petty thief carrying heavy spoils of war.

No, of course it's impossible. Kraft's hand was already on the hilt of the sword, and although half of the soul was now occupied by the athleticism of the Outlander, the other half, who had controlled the body for over a decade, could easily complete the high difficulty movement of moving the sword from the scabbard to someone else's neck in an instant.

Perhaps he wouldn't react so strongly at the moment, but he could still stun an untrained adult with just his scabbard.

That sound, that faint to almost hallucinatory sound, did not change. Like wandering in place, not far away. It is continuous and low, inexplicably reminiscent of a train whistling past in front of you, and before the string of carriages all leave, you will hear a constant roar.

Kraft depicted in his mind the owner of this sound, which must be as slender and massive as a train, yet able to move softly in the snow. Those who had not seen its body could only imagine its form from the long rustling sound.

The content constructed with auditory and baseless imagination is too far fetched and bizarre, closer to a nonsensical dream rather than objective reality, almost making him suspect that he is in a half dream half awake state. The low-power running brain mixes vague information with subjective content without analysis, resulting in a train quietly strolling in front of him.

But he knew he was very clear headed, so clear that he could feel the cold wind piercing through his mouth and nose, passing through the barrier of his lips and teeth, spinning between the pharyngeal arches, and then being swallowed into his throat.

In time for the cold airflow preheated by the nasal cavity to scrape away the thin water on the mucosa, sensitive nerves faithfully transmit signals to the brain. In such cold weather, the body's emergency mechanism begins to work, and the activated adrenal medulla secretes catecholamine hormones that excite its circulatory system. Blood is pumped into the Willis loop through the arteries and circulates throughout the brain, ensuring the normal functioning of this fragile organ.

So is there a possibility that a long and quiet behemoth is really passing in front of him, but intuitively only making an imperceptible sound?

So it even avoided all obstacles and didn't crush even half a piece of wood or dead branches in the messy village. It wanders freely in the snowy night, and the boundless darkness is the sea where it moves freely.

In this sea area, the low walls made of rocks and clay are no different from the void. What it rubs against is not snow, but something more subtle and abstract, light yet capable of supporting its massive body to move with its will.

Kraft didn't understand how he had comprehended these things from the faint voice, or perhaps there was no need to think at all, as the vast and bizarre content was already contained within this voice.

He felt that his thoughts had never been so active before, whether waving an iron sword or writing answers that he had already mastered in his heart, they could not compare to now. That was metal forged and burned red with a hammer, thoughts splattered like sparks, boiling souls that made it difficult for human skulls evolved over millions of years to accommodate.