After leaving the tavern, warm sunlight shone on them again. Aside from the stench of feces and vomit growing more pronounced in the air, Su Ming could also sense that the strange noises in the distance had become clearer.
They sounded like rhythmic drumbeats, like distant thunder, gradually synchronizing with a heartbeat.
The reason he associated this with Pralaya was because of the drums. Percussion was humanity's earliest form of music. It could convey not only emotions, but information as well, and was even understood across many species.
Perhaps there had been no drums in the conventional sense back then, but striking stones or wood could still produce thudding sounds. They could be used to communicate with companions over long distances or to frighten beasts.
In this utterly ordinary medieval world, rhythmic pounding had suddenly begun ringing out from the horizon, and Bobo and the others could not hear it. Obviously, it was meant for him, wasn't it?
It might be a trap, or perhaps the Goddess intended to play some "little game" with him. Either way, he would know once he went to take a look.
"Tut, I still can't hear anything." The ape, having climbed back onto Deathstroke's shoulder, reached out to feel the man's ear. He even closed one eye and peered into his ear canal. "Your outer ear canal is very clean. It doesn't seem to be a problem with your eardrum."
Sometimes earwax stuck to the eardrum could rub against it with movement or a heartbeat, causing someone to hear drumbeats.
The ape had helped check him over and ruled out that possibility first.
"I'm a Symbiote host. How could I possibly have earwax problems?" Su Ming knocked the ape on the head and made him sit still, while he himself strode briskly toward the