The eastern part of Tartarus was soaked in blood. Bones of different sizes, natures, and colors were scattered across the caves.
Half-snake, half-human-like beings roamed inside the caves, holding onto corpses of the horned beings. Their long tongues brushed off the rotten skin on the skeletons, which gripped tightly with their tails.
As soon as footsteps traveled to them from ten kilometers away, their green eyes blazed with joy. The skeletons they were finding warmth in crashed beneath them as they dashed toward the cave's exit.
Meanwhile, the Madhouse squad walked the only valley pathway, which Aurelian had classified as good, and they were following him.
An Lang tilted his head toward the walls whenever rocks rolled and slammed on the ground. He quickened his steps and stopped by Leon's side.
"Isn't he sending us straight to what we were asked to hide from?" he asked, but the only response he got was a still look from Leon.
