The hair on Ishiki's arm stood to their ends. Cold sweat instantly dropped down his forehead.
Nina's hand found his arm, gripping tight. "What was that?"
"I don't know," Ishiki admitted, still scanning with his skill. "But we're not staying to find out. Come on."
They gathered their selected books quickly—no longer concerned with careful organization. Ishiki dismissed the [Sorrow's Edge], relying entirely on Ghost Blade's awareness to navigate through the darkness.
From somewhere deep in the ruins, that scraping sound came again. It seemed to be coming from everywhere... but Ishiki saw nothing with Ghost Blade. It was bone chilling.
They made their way back across the great hall, navigating around fallen pillars and dried blood stains. The Silver Moon's light streamed through gaps in the ceiling painted their path in shades of pale accusation.
