"Keep running! Don't stop!"
With Shilai urging them on, Tales and the others fled for their lives through the dim tunnels, splashing through the sewage beneath their feet.
Strange white smoke filled the tunnels. It continuously seeped through the cracks, billowing up from the ground and even the walls. It obstructed their vision and seriously slowed them down.
"Damn it, how did that bastard..."
Gollor held up a torch and followed behind Tales and Shilai. Every so often, he pressed his forehead in pain, clearly not yet free of the supernatural ability's effects. "How did he find us?"
Behind him came Rolf's resentful grunt, followed by Catherine's cry of pain.
"One of my men—tch—Sangare raises dogs, in-including hunting hounds. They've got sharp noses," Phantom Blade lay across Rolf's back, grunting repeatedly as he was jostled. "When we got here, we were covered in blood, the smell of blood—ugh!"
"Cough, cough. Isn't anyone wondering what's up with this smoke?"
Srimani waved away the white smoke before him in disgust. Leaning on a wooden pole, he limped through the winding tunnels. "This is a sewer—damn it, I got a dead fly on me! Don't tell me there's a giant opium den down here too?"
Amid the splashing water, Shilai's voice came from ahead:
"Maybe there is. All kinds of strange things happen in these tunnels—ow, watch out, there's a rock here!"
But at the very front of the group, Tales remained silent.
Hell Senses continued operating. Along this escape route shrouded in white smoke, freshly dead rats and cockroaches lay everywhere. Spiders and insects that normally hid in damp corners rushed up the walls, fleeing madly just like them. Flies and moths occasionally fell from above, flapping and twitching on the wet ground...
The others, however, had their vision blocked by the