At the base of the main gate, moss had grown abundantly, the sight before them seemed to express that the Shaman Gathering had already ended.
Even though Eden realized this, he still decided to explore within.
Creak.
Pushing open the heavy gate, Eden and Arsia slowly walked into this mansion. Although it looked exceptionally large from the outside, only by entering could one truly grasp its astonishing enormity, akin to a medium-sized castle.
Arsia glanced around, then seemed to have seen something, her breathing became slightly hurried.
Eden looked in the direction she was staring at, only to see a series of dark blood handprints on a wall with peeling paint, appearing not so much as imprinted from the outside but as if something buried within the wall was desperately trying to break free.
Arsia opened her mouth, just about to say something but suddenly became quiet again.
Thud, thud, thud…
