Chapter 1053 - The Source of Light (2/2)

“A big hole.” Rother lifted the torch, entered the darkness, and totally disappeared.

Sean followed her.

“Mind your step.” The soldiers guarding the rear warned.

“I will,” Azima took a deep breath and stepped into the darkness. Prior to her promise to accept King Roland’s task, she had always thought that she was a brave girl. However, she now found herself far behind Sean and Rother in terms of bravery. Perhaps, this was the reason why she could not make the final decision of leaving the Sleeping Island.

“To be frank, you’re a coward.”

Nightingale’s voice once again echoed in her ears.

But this time, it was no longer sarcasm, but a different kind of meaning altogether.

The darkness enveloped her.

It took a few seconds for her eyes to adapt to the dense darkness. She could make out Sean’s and Rother’s torches. Their lights seemed to have shrunk by a lot and looked small and dim.

“Are we at the bottom of the ruin?” Rother said as she looked around, her voice echoing from the unseen ceiling. “It’s smaller than I thought. No more than 200 paces in any direction.”

“You can see the edges of the room?” Sean asked.

“It’s not that impressive. You don’t have many choices when living under the ground for hundreds of years. You either adapt or remain blind.”

It wasn’t until now did Azima realize why Rother said it was “a big hole”. As she entered, the space suddenly extended by a lot so that the firelight could not reflect on the walls and looked much dimmer. The hole was not at the same level with the passage they had just passed through, so those entering first looked as if they had suddenly disappeared.

“How far do we have to go?” Rother looked back over her shoulder at Azima.

She hurriedly took out the coin. Suddenly the green light filled her vision. There were countless bright green spots floating in the air, from the ceiling to her feet, outlining the whole place. It was as though she was in a fictional world, and the endless darkness now had clear boundaries. Under the luminous spots, she could even see the shape of every tile on the floor.

The wall around them was engraved with psychedelic paintings that were beyond description. What the paintings showed were all mad and chaotic. No human beings could create anything like that. There were rows of iron cages under the paintings in which numerous bones were piled up. She did not know how many people had been imprisoned here and died.

About a hundred paces away from them, the ground sank down and formed a large pit from which a splendid beam of light rose. The beam matched the light of the coin, but the beam was much brighter.

It was her first time seeing such a sight!

“Azima?” asked Sean. Upon not hearing an answer, he turned around and asked, “Are you alright?”

Azima felt the dryness in her throat. She licked her lips and said slowly, “I think… we’ve arrived.”

“Ah? Do you mean we’ve found the source?” Rother spread out her hands and asked, “Where is it then?”

“We are… inside it now.”

The witch answered in low murmurs.