The sound was not like any language, monotonously repeating the same segment over and over, akin to the sound of waves during the tide.
With the echo of the waves, the breeze blowing from the depths of the passage seemed to carry the unique scent of the shore.
He was not far from the end of the passage.
The other side was the coast?
Lu Li wondered, biting the handle of the oil lamp, gripping the edge of the stairs, following the trail of blood down to the next level.
If Anna had been here, he wouldn't have had to move so laboriously.
The blood traces that Richard had left began to be no longer even lines but rather mottled across the steps.
An injured Richard must have had an even harder time climbing over.
Snap—
Stepping down to the next level, a sticky sensation came through his shoes.
A layer of muddy sediment appeared underfoot, mixed with seaweed and scales, and a rich fishy smell invaded his nostrils.
