"It's freezing."
One of the seven men, tall and thin, rubbed his hands together.
"This rain isn't right."
"It feels like glue. Not only is it seeping into our bodies, but it's also sticking inside and can't drain out."
Another woman, whose features looked more mature, spoke up.
"No kidding."
"If this place were normal, why would we have come here? Since we're already here, why keep hesitating and worrying about this and that? If you're so afraid, you shouldn't have come in at all."
A scar-faced man in the group sneered.
"What do you mean?"
"I was just warning everyone out of goodwill. This place is strange, so we'd better be careful."
The woman frowned.
"Warning my ass. If you're afraid to die, then go back. Since you've come, you should be prepared to die here. You've been spouting this defeatist nonsense ever since we entered the Ancient Temple. We aren't dead yet, but you're acting like we've all been sent to a crematorium."
The Scar-faced man cursed angrily, looking thoroughly displeased.
"I only told you not to go looking for death."
"If you insist on courting death, nobody's stopping you. Just don't drag the rest of us down." The woman's expression darkened, and her tone turned cold.
"Don't give me that crap."
"Who knows who'll drag whom down?"
"We came here to court death. Like I said, if you don't want to do that, get lost as soon as possible."
"Coming to a Supernatural area and talking about safety."
"Talk about your damn ass."
"You'd be safest hiding at home, so what did you come here for?"
The Scar-faced man showed her no mercy.
"You..."
The woman's anger surged, and murderous intent instantly flashed in her eyes.
"Enough, enough."
"Stop arguing."
"What we need to do now is