*drip...drip...*
The sound of blood tickling and hitting the ground kept echoing inside the silent hall as I continued to look at the engraved pictures on the wall.
"What is this place?" I mumbled as I looked around carefully, but even then, I didn't find anything that stood out.
Apart from the engraved walls, everything else looked nothing special.
"Argh!" I winced in pain as Grace tightly grabbed my hand, still stabbed with an arrow.
The arrow was deeply rooted in my palm. Upon closer inspection, it had pierced, messing up my veins as well.
Without saying anything, Grace broke the head of the arrow and then looked at me.
"It will hurt," she said, looking into my eyes.
"Hu-Argh!" Before I could even reply, she yanked out the arrow from my hand, making me let out a faint cry.
A hole had already formed in my hand through which I could see through.
"That's odd," I mumbled, looking at my wound.
