Singo took out the flashlight and kept moving forward. Cold iron doors appeared in front of him. From behind some of them came eerie roars, painful howls, and even the sound of claws scraping against steel.
"There must be quite a few monsters here, let's pick a quieter one and go in to take a look."
"Alright."
The Natural War Maniac found the door with the least movement and cautiously unlocked it before pushing it open.
Mantou followed closely behind, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.
This laboratory felt like a forsaken corner of the world, filled with the scent of blood and death. There was hardly any light, only the weak candle flame on Mantou flickering, illuminating the small area around them. The cold gleam of the experimental instruments made everyone shudder.
Mantou raised the torch and whispered,
"I think I heard... breathing."
The Natural War Maniac gripped the battle axe tighter and stepped forward, listening closely. Sure enough, he heard faint airflow.
