Chapter 97: Madame Eight Legs (4)
It was late at night.
Rumbling... boom!
The rain had stopped, but there was more thunder.
Vikir lifted his head and looked up at the giant rock formation rising before him.
Composed of quartz and sandstone, the massive cliff stood alone as a soaring peak in contrast to the flat terrain around it.
Many caves have been carved into the steep cliffs, and their pupils stare blankly into the darkness, like the eyes of a blind Guani.
Occasionally, in the darkness of a cave, quartz or amethyst gemstones would glint in the reflection of a lightning bolt, and the cliffs would seem to stand guard in every direction, like a thousand-eyed watchman.
Vikir gritted his teeth.
From Baskerville Street to the watery depths of Balak.
Vikir's body had been trained to the limit by now, and every twitching muscle in his body was taut.
Vikir began to climb the steep cliff barehanded.