Thick black fog rolled in like a living thing, swallowing Lu Chen and Huo Yao. Piercing, ghost-like shrieks echoed in their ears, chilling them to the bone. The starlight vanished, replaced by cold, damp air and a sickening stench of decay.
"So this... is the 'extraordinary' place you were talking about?" Huo Yao covered her nose and mouth in disgust, her delicate brow furrowing tightly.
Lu Chen scanned the surroundings, realizing they were standing in the hall of an ancient Gothic castle. The mottled walls were covered in moss, and the massive crystal chandelier had long since lost its luster; only faint, eerie green glows emanated from unknown sources, making the hall appear even more sinister.
Chapter 117