Inside Cook Island, in the Great Sea Lung's digestive pool.
Ports ringed this place, which humans used as a lake. There were even shipyards for maintaining and modifying vessels, along with numerous shops.
Unfortunately, most of the area had fallen into disuse. It was filthy, littered with abandoned junk, and not a single ship was moored at the ports.
Yang Yi did not linger over these buildings. He headed straight toward the source of the bloody smell, circling more than halfway around to the other end of the digestive pool before finally finding something.
There were several dark brown stains on the ground-blood that had only recently dried. Yang Yi touched them. They had not dried completely, so whatever had happened was probably quite recent.
"Where did everyone here go?"
Cui Xiya floated beside him, her eyes darting around.
"Let's look upstairs."
Yang Yi glanced up, stood, and walked over to the nearby lift.
It was a manually operated lift with a wheel on it. Turning the wheel would move it up and down through a pulley mechanism.
Yang Yi tried to operate it, but it took some effort, so he transformed into a Werewolf and exerted himself again. With a crack, the wheel's wooden handle snapped off in his hand.
The equipment had probably deteriorated from going unused for too long.
These Indigenous People might not have used this lift at all.
"There's a ladder over there."
Cui Xiya pointed it out and flew toward the ladder. Yang Yi followed without reverting from Werewolf Form.
Once he got closer, Yang Yi could confirm that this was how these people usually got around. The ladder was polished and shiny, clearly from frequent use.
He looked up. The vertical ladder was hundreds of meters tall, with no safety measures, and led