In these mixed, spine-chilling voices, there seemed to be a deeper level of information flow, slowly transmitting...
Those sounds were both lengthy and ethereal, as if coming from the abyss, that strange cadence hoarse, dry, and elusive, but when it fell into Lin Yi's ears, it seemed as if it was calling his name...
[...Lin...Yi...]
[...Lin Yi...]
'Whir...whir...whir...'
'Rustle rustle rustle...rustle rustle rustle...'
The unceasing voices were like some sort of calling.
Lin Yi suddenly felt the staircase beneath his feet give way; looking down, he shockingly found no stairs at all. He reflexively reached out to grasp at nothingness, catching nothing, his body beginning to fall helplessly into the swirling mist below!
The mist below moved slowly in the dark, thick as ink, as if it had a life of its own, intent on swallowing him whole.
