Chapter 69 - Lair of the Lost

The other apparitions hesitated for a fleeting moment, but soon their mournful groans filled the water again, and they resumed their relentless assault. They tugged at me with renewed vigor, their ghostly forms pressing against me, sharp claws extended, raking through my flesh and leaving behind trails of gray and black. Each scratch burned like acid, rotting my skin where they touched, as if the very essence of their despair sought to consume me whole.