Water, Water Corpse Ghost?
Thales couldn't believe his eyes as he surveyed the monsters filling the sewer—teeming, their forms diverse, and constantly emitting inhuman shrieks.
"Humans, what does your flesh taste like? Is it the same as the last one?" The worm monster, covered with tumors, intentionally swam several feet around him, clearly harboring ill intent.
Thales swallowed hard.
So, those ghost stories from the docks of Emerald City are actually true?
Do they really eat people?
If Maillot's "safety rope" just now was effective, would they be able to find this place?
Even if they did, would they be able to deal with this crowd of monsters?
No, relying on them was too late now, what was most important at this moment was...
Thales took a deep breath, through the increasingly intense sewer stench, and looked towards Sherryl at the end of his sight—she still lay forlorn on the giant creature's hand, her face covered with blood, her life and death unknown.
