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Night 60: Hall of Voices
((From here.))
The terrain, at least, appeared a lot more stable than the last hall they'd entered. Claude's gaze swept across the dark path ahead, dimly lit by his friends' flashlights. As difficult as it was to see, he caught glimpses of symbols and signs painted in bright crimson on the walls. The sight immediately reminded of him blood. As a swordsman, he'd certainly seen enough of it before coming to Landel's.
Part of him wished he'd donned his hard hat again. He'd decided to save it for emergencies before, but he could see how something like that could be useful for future forays down here. It was something to keep in mind for the next time they came across the lake, at any rate.
As soon as the three of them entered, though, the door suddenly shut and locked behind them.
Don't look back, a voice hissed into the darkness, sending Claude's heart jumping into his throat. He opened his mouth to say something, anything, but no sound escaped him. He had no idea what was going on, but they needed to stay alert for any signs of ambush. Did they follow the advice of the strange voice and keep their eyes ahead? Or was it some kind of trick?
The terrain, at least, appeared a lot more stable than the last hall they'd entered. Claude's gaze swept across the dark path ahead, dimly lit by his friends' flashlights. As difficult as it was to see, he caught glimpses of symbols and signs painted in bright crimson on the walls. The sight immediately reminded of him blood. As a swordsman, he'd certainly seen enough of it before coming to Landel's.
Part of him wished he'd donned his hard hat again. He'd decided to save it for emergencies before, but he could see how something like that could be useful for future forays down here. It was something to keep in mind for the next time they came across the lake, at any rate.
As soon as the three of them entered, though, the door suddenly shut and locked behind them.
Don't look back, a voice hissed into the darkness, sending Claude's heart jumping into his throat. He opened his mouth to say something, anything, but no sound escaped him. He had no idea what was going on, but they needed to stay alert for any signs of ambush. Did they follow the advice of the strange voice and keep their eyes ahead? Or was it some kind of trick?