The four-day streak of blood and violence on Silvergold Island had already claimed the lives of thousands of seasoned treasure hunters. Among them were even powerful Transcendents of the Second and Third Order. Strangely, despite so many deaths, regardless of the cause, not a single corpse or drop of blood remained on the ground.
Simultaneously, as various groups unexpectedly encountered one another, deep within the lowest level of the labyrinth:
In a pitch-black space where one couldn't see one's own hand in front of one's face.
DRIP, DRIP, DRIP...
A viscous liquid converged from all directions, dripping droplet by droplet to form a small lake reeking with the heavy stench of blood. Countless living things also writhed in the darkness, making strange, rustling sounds.
SLURP—SLURP—
From time to time, a chilling slurping sound would arise, sending shivers down the spine.
