"Well," Gu Fan said, brushing dust off his shoulder as the last vibration died, "That sounded like a very large, very annoyed stomach."
The Black Moon disciples stood frozen, knuckles white on their daggers. The Peak Master did not freeze. She stared down the ruined tunnel ahead as if the sound had merely confirmed a coordinate.
"The epicenter of the sound matches the direction the Murong Elder gave you," the Black Moon leader stated pragmatically, her flat, emotionless voice incredibly calm despite the terrifying implications, "The path however is not going to be easy."
Gu Fan looked where she pointed and smile appeared on his face.
The grey Crying Eye stone was gone. In its place sat a tight, squirming throat of thick red vines, pulsing like diseased veins. They crawled over every surface, wet and restless, brushing each other with a sound like raw meat being squeezed.
