Chapter 143: Out From Below
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Chapter 143: Out From Below
Crucis quickly swam up towards the statue, and found a small, white panel next to it.
Sliding this open allowed him to pass up, through a square-shaped opening, and he emerged from the water in what seemed like a large chamber. The statue stood tall above him, depicting a man holding a laurel in one hand and a crown in the other.
Hearing a few voices nearby, he slunk behind the statue as he quietly emerged from the water.
The statue had another, small artificial pool in front of it, which looked surprisingly deep. On the other side of this was a large, majestic white hallway, with golden decorations across its walls.
Three players paced this hallway, one female and two males, and he overheard their conversation.
"The last red light was here, right, Mark?"
"Yeah, it was the girl, wasn't it? She was somewhere around here, but I don't know where. We've tried diving in here, but nothing."
"That pool is hella deep, you reckon she could've gone to the bottom somehow? Maybe there's somewhere to hide there."
"I swear, this thing is, like, bottomless. No way we're finding that girl."
"Well, at least her friends will be proud. From beyond the grave, at that. Those guys just threw themselves forward to defend her, thirsty much?"
Melissa was furious about the attack, as she had been hoping to just take a few steps outside, look around, and go back in.
The attack had taken her by surprise, but she sensed it in advance and agilely rose her sword to the side to deflect the first attack. Since then, it had gotten more even and cagey, with neither side willing to take the initiative.
However, soon Melissa managed to trap her opponent's sword low near the ground, and stepped forwards to press it into the dirt. Her brown hair flew like wings on each side as she, feeling a surge of confidence, raised her sword and directed it towards the opponent's chest.
The opponent jagged back in shock, and took the blow through the mouth instead. Blood flooded his mouth, and Melissa took a few firm steps forwards, driving him back until he lost grip on his sword and let it fall. The battle was over.
Melissa continued moving forwards with nervous energy, not willing to let her opponent escape after the attack, but soon he stilled and began to sink down. Her long steps took her close to him, and, to her surprise, she recognised his face. He was a guy who had attended her high school, and he had actually been fairly popular back then, while she had still been a bit of a shrinking violet. She looked more closely, and shuddered as she realised that it was definitely him, down to the obnoxious buffalo tattooed on the back of his neck.
She suddenly felt a chill of loneliness, as she realised that he was only the second person she had seen here whom she knew from outside.
And the first who wasn't a family member.
The sword stuck in his mouth had carved its way around his head as he had stumbled backwards, and he was dying quickly. She withdrew the sword thoughtfully, and held him close as he died, letting his last warmth flow through her. His eyes stared at her with a hint of recognition, though he was wordless.
Despite the wounds, she could feel a hint of his breath across her neck as he died.
If she had met this man normally, they could have talked for hours, because they were from the same city. It would have been almost like being back home again.
But she was trapped here.
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Chapter 143: Out From Below
Crucis quickly swam up towards the statue, and found a small, white panel next to it.
Sliding this open allowed him to pass up, through a square-shaped opening, and he emerged from the water in what seemed like a large chamber. The statue stood tall above him, depicting a man holding a laurel in one hand and a crown in the other.
Hearing a few voices nearby, he slunk behind the statue as he quietly emerged from the water.
The statue had another, small artificial pool in front of it, which looked surprisingly deep. On the other side of this was a large, majestic white hallway, with golden decorations across its walls.
Three players paced this hallway, one female and two males, and he overheard their conversation.
"The last red light was here, right, Mark?"
"Yeah, it was the girl, wasn't it? She was somewhere around here, but I don't know where. We've tried diving in here, but nothing."
"That pool is hella deep, you reckon she could've gone to the bottom somehow? Maybe there's somewhere to hide there."
"I swear, this thing is, like, bottomless. No way we're finding that girl."
"Well, at least her friends will be proud. From beyond the grave, at that. Those guys just threw themselves forward to defend her, thirsty much?"
Melissa was furious about the attack, as she had been hoping to just take a few steps outside, look around, and go back in.
The attack had taken her by surprise, but she sensed it in advance and agilely rose her sword to the side to deflect the first attack. Since then, it had gotten more even and cagey, with neither side willing to take the initiative.
However, soon Melissa managed to trap her opponent's sword low near the ground, and stepped forwards to press it into the dirt. Her brown hair flew like wings on each side as she, feeling a surge of confidence, raised her sword and directed it towards the opponent's chest.
The opponent jagged back in shock, and took the blow through the mouth instead. Blood flooded his mouth, and Melissa took a few firm steps forwards, driving him back until he lost grip on his sword and let it fall. The battle was over.
Melissa continued moving forwards with nervous energy, not willing to let her opponent escape after the attack, but soon he stilled and began to sink down. Her long steps took her close to him, and, to her surprise, she recognised his face. He was a guy who had attended her high school, and he had actually been fairly popular back then, while she had still been a bit of a shrinking violet. She looked more closely, and shuddered as she realised that it was definitely him, down to the obnoxious buffalo tattooed on the back of his neck.
She suddenly felt a chill of loneliness, as she realised that he was only the second person she had seen here whom she knew from outside.
And the first who wasn't a family member.
The sword stuck in his mouth had carved its way around his head as he had stumbled backwards, and he was dying quickly. She withdrew the sword thoughtfully, and held him close as he died, letting his last warmth flow through her. His eyes stared at her with a hint of recognition, though he was wordless.
Despite the wounds, she could feel a hint of his breath across her neck as he died.
If she had met this man normally, they could have talked for hours, because they were from the same city. It would have been almost like being back home again.
But she was trapped here.
Chapter 143: Out From BelowCrucis quickly swam up towards the statue, and found a small, white panel next to it.Sliding this open allowed him to pass up, through a square-shaped opening, and he emerged from the water in what seemed like a large chamber. The statue stood tall above him, depicting a man holding a laurel in one hand and a crown in the other.Hearing a few voices nearby, he slunk behind the statue as he quietly emerged from the water.The statue had another, small artificial pool in front of it, which looked surprisingly deep. On the other side of this was a large, majestic white hallway, with golden decorations across its walls.Three players paced this hallway, one female and two males, and he overheard their conversation."The last red light was here, right, Mark?""Yeah, it was the girl, wasn't it? She was somewhere around here, but I don't know where. We've tried diving in here, but nothing.""That pool is hella deep, you reckon she could've gone to the bottom somehow? Maybe there's somewhere to hide there.""I swear, this thing is, like, bottomless. No way we're finding that girl.""Well, at least her friends will be proud. From beyond the grave, at that. Those guys just threw themselves forward to defend her, thirsty much?"Melissa was furious about the attack, as she had been hoping to just take a few steps outside, look around, and go back in.The attack had taken her by surprise, but she sensed it in advance and agilely rose her sword to the side to deflect the first attack. Since then, it had gotten more even and cagey, with neither side willing to take the initiative.However, soon Melissa managed to trap her opponent's sword low near the ground, and stepped forwards to press it into the dirt. Her brown hair flew like wings on each side as she, feeling a surge of confidence, raised her sword and directed it towards the opponent's chest.The opponent jagged back in shock, and took the blow through the mouth instead. Blood flooded his mouth, and Melissa took a few firm steps forwards, driving him back until he lost grip on his sword and let it fall. The battle was over.Melissa continued moving forwards with nervous energy, not willing to let her opponent escape after the attack, but soon he stilled and began to sink down. Her long steps took her close to him, and, to her surprise, she recognised his face. He was a guy who had attended her high school, and he had actually been fairly popular back then, while she had still been a bit of a shrinking violet. She looked more closely, and shuddered as she realised that it was definitely him, down to the obnoxious buffalo tattooed on the back of his neck.She suddenly felt a chill of loneliness, as she realised that he was only the second person she had seen here whom she knew from outside.And the first who wasn't a family member.The sword stuck in his mouth had carved its way around his head as he had stumbled backwards, and he was dying quickly. She withdrew the sword thoughtfully, and held him close as he died, letting his last warmth flow through her. His eyes stared at her with a hint of recognition, though he was wordless.Despite the wounds, she could feel a hint of his breath across her neck as he died.If she had met this man normally, they could have talked for hours, because they were from the same city. It would have been almost like being back home again. But she was trapped here.
