Ashes Of Deep Sea

Chapter 411 - 411 415 Down the Well

?Chapter 411: Chapter 415: Down the Well Chapter 411: Chapter 415: Down the Well Agatha cradled the small flame in her hands and took another step, heading deeper into the second waterway.

In fact, she had lost all sense of time and even her perception of her surroundings became hazy. She could no longer clearly remember how long she had trudged through this damp and cold place, how many monsters she had dispatched, or how many wounds she had acquired in the process—there was a time when she even forgot her own name and why she was in this sewer.

But when the green flame leapt in her palm, she always found her reason again and held onto that one ultimate mission firmly—
Bring the flame, deliver it into the lairs of the heretics.

A chill wind blew from the dark corridor ahead, seemingly carrying layers of muttering and snarling. Agatha’s body swayed slightly, and sensing the presence of evil in the wind, she carefully hid the flame in the tattered inner layers of her black garments.

She had to conceal it well, to prevent those heretics from detecting its presence.

She lifted her head, peering into the depths of the darkness, where countless indistinct shadows undulated within the wind. The gas lamps on the corridor walls had dimmed until they were no more than the faint glow of fireflies. Filthy black sludge seeped bit by bit from the ceilings and pipe grates around her, writhing together, taking shape, and issuing nauseating murmurs.

Agatha raised her staff that, like herself, was covered in scars. For some reason, she felt power resurge within her, the annoying sense of fatigue having quietly vanished.

She planted her staff heavily on the ground, her gaze locked on the sacrilegious filth surging in the darkness. The end of her staff struck the floor, resonating with a sound like a tolling bell—
“Thud—”
The elevator creaked and groaned as the cage shakily descended into the depths of the mine. The guard warriors on duty around the edge of the cage suddenly looked up, one of them puzzledly saying to his companion, “Did you just hear something?”

“It sounded like a ‘thud’,” another guard said with trepidation, then instinctively turned his head, glancing at the Gatekeeper standing in the center of the cage, “like… like…”

It was like the sound the Gatekeeper made with her staff to signify the commencement of the heretic purification—this is what he wanted to say but didn’t.

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