Kapitel 569: Cliche

Liam walked down the torch-lit hallway, his gait slow and controlled. He had absolutely no idea what to expect, but it was easy to predict danger was most likely nearby.

For a brief second, he actually gave the torches a quick inspection. Putting his hand over it, he felt the opposite of warmth. It was cold, almost freezingly.

'Uh… what's the point of that, even?' Liam thought, estranged. 'Oh well.'

Liam moved on. Forward. 

Before long, a wall presented itself over to him, accompanied with identical pathways leading to the left and right.

Liam squinted his eyes, and they widened with shock.

There were letters written over the wall!

Liam instantly put the monocle on his eye. The ornate eye-wear flickered on as soon as it recognized the sparse, faded, yet barely understandable letters:

"Vroxhan… pathos… thwae… of… wryohas… uramabasta."