"Aahhhhhhh!..."
The strange wail lasted for a whole five or six seconds before it slowly faded away. Everyone's faces were pale.
Only the echoes were left. They floated in the dark and empty hall, barely discernible, and brought a chill to everyone's hearts.
"What's the matter?" Ricky furrowed his brow and barked out an order, "Report!"
The Disaster Swords turned their heads together as they nervously searched for the source of the scream. More than a dozen torches were raised to light up the surrounding area. The group members were like adventurers exploring and developing a wasteland. They were nervous while on the lookout for the unfamiliar, and the unknown.
The surprised and bewildered Thales stopped using hell's senses. Except for the dust, the old stone table, and the cells full of bones, he saw nothing else.
Ricky's command was passed down from person to person, from the hall to the heavily guarded stone steps.
