The clatter of smashing and crashing continued behind him, occasionally punctuated by the Captain's incomprehensible curses. But this was no time to spare a thought for what was happening. Staying alive was all that mattered.
Li Xian mustered every ounce of strength and slowly dragged himself toward the door. It took longer than he had imagined, but fortunately, he finally reached it.
As he moved, Li Xian felt his control over his body gradually returning. After crawling through the doorway, he tried to push himself up, glancing back before he fled.
The Captain was on his hands and knees with his back to him, and something seemed to be wrapped around his ankle...
A purple tentacle?
For some reason, Li Xian felt that it looked familiar, but he dared not linger. He braced himself against the wall until he was fully upright, then hurried away.
After moving another two or three meters, Li Xian felt that he had mostly regained control of his limbs, though the cold still left them stiff.
He pressed on through the uncomfortable chill, not daring to stop along the way. Only when the fog ahead began to thin did he slowly relax.
After making sure there was no danger nearby, Li Xian stopped and waited for the white fog to disperse.
Strangely, as the fog dispersed this time, the sky darkened at an astonishing speed, as though someone had hit fast-forward. By the time the white haze before him vanished, a full moon hung high in the sky.
Creeeak-
A door beside him slowly opened, and Hoodie Woman emerged.
She was in even worse shape than before the fog had risen. Almost pressed against the door, she shuffled outside inch by inch on unsteady feet, then leaned her entire body against the wall, looking as