The corpses of the Kamaitachi turned to ash and illusory shadows, fading into the dark night, as if a peeled-off piece of the darkness had returned to the embrace of the night once more, and the darkness of the space grew a shade denser.
Lao Tang pressed his palms together, closed his eyes in a prayerful posture, and sighed heavily in a string of complaints: "New-found bat brothers, rest in peace. Though our friendship lasted but a brief moment, our bond shall endure for all eternity..."
After a brief farewell, Lao Tang figured that just standing around here was no solution, and decided to gear up and move out. He trudged through the pitch-black tunnel, following the straight iron tracks. Nothing seemed to remain around him except the darkness. After who knows how long, he spotted the outline of the edge of this platform, where torrential rain cascaded from the roof's edge like a converging miniature waterfall.
Chapter 159