After the great fire vanished without warning, ash-black smoke completely shrouded Lasudelan.
Samantha and Kant were not far from the southern outskirts, in a relatively central district. This area had previously suffered repeated strikes from meteor-fire streams and was the most severely damaged; nearly every building had been reduced to ruins. That was precisely why they had chosen to land here: first, it was close to the southern outskirts; second, it would keep them from being discovered by demons.
Yet all of a sudden, Samantha felt a bone-chilling dread rise within her.
"Kant, did you hear dripping water?" Samantha's expression turned grave as she lowered her voice and asked Kant beside her.
Kant was counting the valuables they had just acquired. He turned back in puzzlement. "Dripping water? How could there be dripping water here? It's probably tar dripping after being scorched."
Samantha did not know exactly what the sound was either, but ever since she had heard it, she had been unable to settle her mind. She kept feeling as though a pair of vicious eyes were spying on them from the shadows.
The smoke spread ever wider, and Samantha's vigilance was raised to its limit.
Seeing Samantha's solemn expression, Kant reined himself in somewhat as well. Samantha did not seem to be putting on an act. Could something truly be wrong?
"I'll merge into the night and take a look." Kant's face turned serious as well.
But just as Kant was preparing to activate the Night Bloodline—
Drip—
The sound of water falling rang out again. This time, not only Samantha heard it; Kant heard it too!
"It really is dripping water. But it sounds like it's right beside us?" Kant turned his head and scanned the surroundings. Smoke filled the air, and the ruins of buildings loomed