Ark Undead

Goredia, however, did not sense anything amiss.

“She’s a hunter; people on land are no problem for her.”

"Uh...is there a possibility...I mean, uh."

Ghost Shark's tone was somewhat strange.

"That person wasn't from the mainland either?"

Goreia didn't understand what Specter was talking about. But she did sense that Specter didn't have that much faith in Skadi.

Goredia threw the last dinosaur back into the sea.

Her clothes still looked brand new, without a single drop of blood on them.

The weapon in her hand was also as bright and clean as new.

Stopping, Goredia looked at Ghost Shark.

"You don't think Skadi can win."

This is not a question, it is a statement.

"Yes."

Ghost Shark nodded frankly.

"To be frank, even if it were you, I don't think you could be his enemy."

In that pitch-black darkness, she not only saw the firelight, but also vaguely saw some images within it.

Perhaps it was the call of her bloodline that prevented her from feeling any desire to be enemies with the figures she saw in those images.

But she wasn't afraid.

Goredia was not annoyed by Ghost Shark's frankness.

She has always been extremely tolerant of the truth and tries to accept it.

Since that's what Ghost Shark said, she tried to believe it.

They were already very close.

"In short, let's focus on the present moment first."

Goredia didn't dwell on it for long.

“If she can’t find the answer in that ancient country, at least you can wake up from time to time now, and there will always be a chance.”

Ghost Shark nodded.

She turned her gaze to the village in the distance.

"This is it."

She can still remember what she saw when she opened her eyes from time to time in the darkness.

She saw the church, the believers, and they knelt before her, whispering their sins.

But they were not asking for forgiveness; instead, they were joyfully calling for a miracle.

"You'll be working hard for a while now."

Goredia looked at the ghost shark.

"I promise it won't be too long."

"Let's just treat it as a dream... But then again, who knows if we're even dreaming right now?"

The ghost shark didn't care.

"You'll come to pick me up, won't you?"

"Yes."

Goredia nodded, and she also turned her gaze to the distant village.

"The prey will appear soon."

Perhaps because it had exhausted too much energy, Ghost Shark slammed the chainsaw to the ground to support its body.

Soon, she felt a sense of powerlessness rising from the depths of her body.

"Feel sorry."

She spoke softly and extended her hand to Greta.

Goredia stepped forward and gently took it.

"I think I'll have to sleep for a while longer."

Unable to get a response from Gladys, Ghost Shark closed his eyes, nestled in Gladys's arms, and fell into a deep sleep.

"Good night."

Goredia slung their weapons over her back and murmured to herself.

Sweet dreams.

...

The elevator moved slowly.

With each step they moved downwards, W and Greyhound felt an increasing fear of the unknown.

They had been waiting for two or three minutes, but the elevator still showed no signs of stopping.

Even though they could sense that the elevator was not moving fast, or even very slowly.

However, after a two- or three-minute descent, they were now deep underground.

W had never heard of such a deep hole.

No, it's more like a well than a man-made cave.

They were like bait plunging into a dry well, not knowing what awaited them.

"I can feel it."

W stretched out one hand, and her exposed skin could feel the gentle touch of a breeze.

"It's windy down here too."

Unconsciously, W lowered her voice.

Her voice spread outwards without any obstruction, without any echo.

In other words, there was an unknown and vast space in the empty darkness beside them, which they could not see.

"Tell me honestly, is this really the location Theresis told you about?"

W was already starting to regret it; her palms were sweating.

The darkness that enveloped her was so intense that even the light in her hand couldn't dispel the fear.

Like a deep sea without any light, they were like small fish, not knowing when they would be swallowed up by a giant beast with its mouth wide open.

"Why would I lie to you? That's what he told me."

Greyhound's tone was relaxed, and although his voice was soft, one could still sense his composure.

W couldn't help but glance at the greyhound through the light from the searchlight.

"Aren't you afraid?"

"If you have ever walked in such darkness for an hour, you will not be afraid of any darkness of this kind."

Greyhound looked down at the glowing crystal in his hand.

At that time, he was all alone.

"At least for now, you can still hear the creaking of the elevator. Be prepared. In a little while, you might not hear anything at all."

W was startled by Greyhound's words; she gripped the searchlight tightly and remained silent.

In the silence, they sensed the elevator slowly slowing down.

"almost there?"

W extended her searchlight toward the edge of the elevator fence, and finally, the ground appeared in her eyes.

As the elevator slowly came to a stop, its iron gate automatically opened outwards.

It's like two hands.

Welcome, both of you, to the unseen depths of the earth.

Greyhound stepped out of the elevator first, followed closely by W.

They stepped out of the elevator, but the elevator still didn't respond.

Seeing that the elevator was still waiting for them, W breathed a sigh of relief, at least they wouldn't have to climb back up the lock.

While W was still feeling fortunate about the elevator, Greyhound had already crouched down and brought the glowing crystal in his hand close to the ground.

Ding ding.

The sound of the greyhound pounding the ground made W turn around alertly.

"It's you knocking... Don't scare me like that, senior."

W was ultimately not as bold as she appeared.

She instinctively walked toward the greyhound, trying to find something familiar to herself to keep calm.

"Come and see."

Greyhound stared at the ground, then reached out and wiped away the dust that covered it.

W also crouched down and looked at the ground illuminated by the greyhound.

The floor was made of a mixture of steel and stone bricks, with intricate patterns on the steel and stone bricks.

"I still can't tell which country or period it's from."

As W spoke, she looked at the greyhound.

What can you tell from this?