Ashes Of Deep Sea

Chapter 664 - 664 661 The Direction of the Home Port

?Chapter 664: Chapter 661 “The Direction of the Home Port Chapter 664: Chapter 661 “The Direction of the Home Port The cage was located in a specially reinforced ship cabin, where the narrow, damp, and sweltering chamber was divided by iron bars into a dozen or so cages of varying sizes, imprisoning the “sacrifices” within.

Entering such a place could never bring about any good experience—even Lucresia would slightly furrow her brow upon stepping into this prison.

By the time Duncan arrived here, the originally caged victims had already been transferred to an open space at the end of the cabin—the environment there was somewhat better, and it was right next to a vent, which seemed to be a spot where the guards had stayed temporarily.

The air was permeated with an unpleasant smell, the scent of bloodstains and rotting flesh gradually decaying. Dirty blood marks could be seen on the iron cages on both sides, some of which were clearly left recently. Various “processing tools” used for bleeding, skinning, and puncturing were hung on the walls and pillars between the cages, exuding an unpleasant odor.

Duncan passed by these cages and torture instruments and came directly to the end of the cabin, led by Lucresia, observing the survivors who had made it through.

This caused some commotion—a tall figure enveloped in Spectral Flames walked into the cabin, appearing like a malevolent spirit breaking into the real dimension. The surviving “sacrifices” immediately let out cries of alarm, attempting to back away, but they were too weak, lacking even the strength to stand and escape. So, after some struggle, they could only huddle against each other in a corner, watching the “evil spirit” standing amidst the flames with eyes filled with uncertain terror.

Duncan felt helpless about this—he certainly knew his current state was frightening, but he had “descended” onto this ship relying on the “artificial beacon” created by Lucresia. To match the beacon, he had to maintain his Spectral Form.

But soon, he realized that not everyone was screaming and avoiding him—there was a thin little figure that remained in place.

It was a little girl, around seven or eight years old, wearing ragged clothes with numerous scars and her face covered in blood. She sat quietly on the floor, looking up at Duncan and Lucresia, her eyes showing no particular emotion.

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