On the fog-shrouded ancient stone bridge, Mao Feiyang advanced as though treading on thin ice. He pulled his yellow knit sweater tightly around himself, his dark, skinny frame looking terribly frail, as though he had stepped into darkness's embrace.
Knowing that Mao Feiyang would be all right, Lin Yi took advantage of his god's-eye view to quickly examine their surroundings.
First, he looked around, trying to locate the stretch of cliff where the night watchman stood from this ancient stone bridge beneath the watchtower.
In theory, the Castle stood atop sheer cliffs, surrounded by fog-shrouded mountains and ocean. Finding the night watchman should only require searching the side facing the sea, but his initial search yielded nothing. He could only give up for now and turn his attention to the stone bridge.
Mao Feiyang was badly frightened by his surroundings and naturally dared not look around, so he noticed nothing unusual about the bridge.
Lin Yi was different. He opened his eyes wide and began observing.
The candleholders with their burning flames on the stone bridge soon caught his attention.
At a glance, Lin Yi could hardly distinguish what the candleholders were made of. Their material seemed to fall somewhere between grayish-green stone and some kind of ancient bronze.
A small flame burned at the center of each one, swaying in the sea wind until it seemed that only its base remained. Even the light it cast twisted and dissipated into the fog, yet it simply would not go out, as though clinging to its last breath.
At first, this little flame had drawn Lin Yi's attention because he realized it looked extremely familiar. A moment's recollection told him that this was exactly the sort of flame inside the Old Kerosene Lamp!
But he soon discovered that what truly exuded