The radiance of the third layer of the labyrinth had already lost the dazzling brightness it possessed at the beginning.
A layer of gloomy shadow was cast upon the gold and jewels that seemed to be everywhere, emitting an ominous aura.
This vast space no longer resembled a glittering treasure cave but rather a dark and icy tomb.
In the Spirit Vision, mists wound around mountains of gold and silver, yet they were filled with a sticky, bloody scent.
This made Byron and his companions immediately sense that something was amiss.
At first, First Mate Thomas, the macaw, swore that it would find Captain Flint—who dared slander it—dig up his corpse, and kick his rear end fiercely.
But now, it only dared to cower under the brim of Byron's tricorne hat.
