In the depths of the cave, dark red droplets condensed on the damp rock wall, like tears of blood that hadn't dried.
The blood pool glistened with a viscous glow in the darkness, its surface reflecting an oily sheen of iridescence.
Occasionally, bubbles would emerge, popping with a sucking sound.
The stalagmites by the pool's edge were stained red, and the stalactites hanging from the top dripped scarlet liquid, producing hollow echoes in the silence.
When a beam of light swept across the pool, the sedimented debris suddenly surged like thousands of maggots awakening in corpse fluid.
A wailing sound, like crying, suddenly emanated from the stone wall, and a hemispherical bulge slowly rose in the center of the blood pool, with something faintly moving beneath the thin membrane.
A white shadow flashed by.
The Hall Master, dressed in white, stood at the edge of the blood pool, his voice cold: "Come out, we have matters to discuss."
