Bab 195: Pitiful Stronghold

Crawling back down the ladder from which he came, he moved on without looking back--burying that sight into the farthest reaches of his mind. 

"Grahh!"

"Rrrughhh!"

"Gyahh…"

All at once, the groans, roars, and grumbles of husks--possessing a number greater than one, from what he could hear, came into earshot. Without sparing a moment, he pressed his back to the corner, knowing just how close those noises sounded. 

There were more lurking around down here?...How? Why're they down here?! Lucas thought. 

He watched with caution in his verdant gaze the ripples in the water, listening as each step came down into a splash as the groans continued. By the close proximity of the growls meeting his ears, he feared his own heavy, anxious breaths would give away his presence.