Night had fallen over the Koh Chang remains, and the howling seemed even scarier in the twilight sky, as though someone was being dragged into the abyss.
Dim light flickered in the night sky, barely visible against the flowing motion of the clouds. In a gloomy environment like this, it would become excruciatingly depressing when all lights were gone.
Evan Walsh came to a stop, "Let's camp in this open area for tonight. I suppose we'd better not advance any further into the darkness. Right, come over, Emily. I need to have a word with you."
Then, Evan brought the Mexican girl back to the path they came from. It was relatively safe there, since all the gargoyles along the way had been cleared.
Lu Shu had to admit, Evan was definitely somebody, to still have such desires in the current context.
Was it really fine to do it here and now? Against a cacophony of mournful baying?!
