Deep, oppressive, the darkness squeezed the space tighter and tighter, yet heartbeats swelled increasingly louder, as if they couldn't wait to burst out of their chests to breathe the murky air.
The Funeral Service Office procession moved down the abandoned staircase, step by step into the Earth Abyss, like a bunch of lardy lambs walking voluntarily into an ogre's mouth.
Each of them had switched on the shoulder lights of their protective suits, including Liss, who was being carried on Ash's back. However, the beams of light they projected were unable to break through the darkness's blockade, with visibility less than five steps. Beyond that, the darkness was as active as jelly.
"Ah!"
Everyone jumped and turned to look back at Ash and Liss, who stuttered, "Just, just now a gust of wind blew into my clothes, it tickled my neck…"
