Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 112 The Depths
As if being stuffed into the stomach of a sunfish, the viscous mixed information like oil wraps the senses, connects with each other, penetrates into the eyes, ears, mouth and nose, expressing an incomprehensible strange situation.

Feeling his fall, William instinctively grabbed Kraft's arm.But this did not help maintain his balance, his position remained unchanged, and although the rock under his feet shook more and more violently, there was no sign of collapse.

The changes at the moment are like experiences in a dream, wiggling hands and feet in falling misty sleep, waking up in bed trying to adjust position.

However, this nightmare has no intention of waking up for a while, and he maintains a semi-conscious state to continue this unrealistic experience.

I can see Kraft's lips constantly opening and closing, saying something loudly, the congested hearing has been fully occupied, and it is impossible to filter out what the human voice is saying.The scene is like being underwater through the ripple perspective, the light is elongated, the mouth shape is deformed, and it is impossible to understand any words.

However, the feeling of falling was really obvious, and William reflexively pressed down after his vision fell into darkness, accompanied by a scream like falling off a cliff.

"Ah ah ah..."

……

"……what!"

The passage of time is difficult to judge, the palm of the hand is on the ground, there is no huge setback, broken bones, or even pain, just simply touching the stone surface.

If it was purely like this, the distance of the fall may be closer than a fall, but William still experienced a counter-intuitive sense of distance.

There is a voice repeating in the ear.

Opening his eyes, Kraft's face was dazzlingly bright under the firelight.They were still in place, and it felt like only a moment had passed, but it seemed as if they had been in the dark for too long, and the bright light stimulated their tears to lubricate their parched eyeballs.

Fortunately, his vision returned to normal, and he saw the mouth shape clearly. After a little thinking and corresponding to the voice, he found the corresponding meaning, "William, wake up!"

"Personally, I'd be happy to let you sleep a little longer, after all, what you're doing is not what a well-sleeved and clear-headed captain can do. But some things may not think the same."

"What, what?" William looked around nervously, belatedly realizing that everything had calmed down, except for tiny cracks on the ground, and the changes stopped on the eve of destruction.

Seeing him wake up, Kraft let go of the hand shaking his shoulders, stood up and wiped off the dust on his trousers, "It might be the long-faced guy we saw just now, or it might be something worse. Anyway, we are here Not alone."

"At this?"

"It's hard to explain." Kraft was very happy that William could hear the meaning behind the words. This shows that Mr. Captain has not been confused by the level change, but it shows that the complicated relationship is another problem. "In short, we are not where we are anymore. .”

"You can understand it as the reflection in the water, which is similar to the real object and changes with the movement of the real object, but it is not exactly the same."

"Are we in the reflection?" Unsurprisingly, William had difficulty understanding, and he couldn't directly understand the process without corresponding senses.It's like describing pronunciation to a deaf-mute, only indirectly by touching the trembling larynx.

As long as you understand the meaning, Kraft wanted to say this, but it seems that William doesn’t understand it well, and he himself may not be so clear. The spiritual sense is just to help him “know what it is” and want to “know why it is so.” I don't know how much time and energy it will take, or even more.

At this time, sighing will inevitably damage the morale that is still left, so he can only avoid the seriousness and say lightly, "Follow me closely, I have never tried to find someone here."

It's a pity that William's focus is not in sync with his.

"Heretic...wizard!" Probably considering that "heretical" is a derogatory term, he even changed his words in time, and changed to a folk name.

To be honest, it was not much better. In the scattered pages of anecdotes collected by my grandfather, the word "wizard" was used more than "poison" and "evil magic".

If there is a typical family portrait with the opposite side, you can usually stand in the middle seat, or at least get a second seat, and the one behind the leader showing a sinister side face under half a hood is exactly this identity.

The neutral title should be "spellcaster"-the word deconstructs as a user of some kind of supernatural power.Most of the time, just from the words in the text, it can be judged that the writer is sitting on the wooden chair of the church, or it is very suitable to sit on the iron chair of the trial court.

But William's tone sounded like he didn't dislike wizards, and was a little excited, temporarily overshadowing his self-knowledge of being in danger, "Like the one who can walk into a mirror?"

"No, of course not... Forget it, you say yes." This is a widely circulated legend. A wizard can walk into the mirror, stretch out his thin fingers from another world, and catch the middle of the night by surprise to wash in front of the mirror. victims, "if that helps you understand what's going on."

Unlike William who had just woken up, he had to be vigilant around and couldn't spend too much time thinking about unnecessary things.

There is no stopwatch here, so I can only estimate the time by counting my own heartbeat. More than [-] times have passed now, but I was in a state of intense exercise when I first arrived, and I had to subtract part from the quiet heartbeat.

Roughly speaking, at least 10 minutes have passed, and it would not be a good idea to stay where you are.Based on past experience, people have always been the ones who are found in the depths. It is hard not to suspect that those things have unknown tracking capabilities.

It's a pity that it took too long to wait for William to wake up, "Take this."

Kraft handed the torch to William and drew his sword silently. At least he had enough experience when they came.

You have to pay attention to the extremely subtle changes, such as the first drop of water hitting the stainless steel roof on a rainy night, as a precursor, and then the intensive knocking sound falls.

From the soft sound of buttons nailed by fine stitches, to the hard tip hitting rock blocks, the staggered ups and downs are gradually dense and messy from far to near.

Faint ears can't tell their arrival, and they are still addicted to the illusion of temporary safety under the warm flames. The noise of getting up and rubbing the gravel will erase the chance of early detection, "Then why didn't you use this... magic earlier?"

William was still asking questions without knowing it.

As a bystander, Kraft probably knew how they were tricked before: waking up ignorantly after being impacted at close range, bumping into something wearing a face unprepared, being lured by some kind of mechanism like the white light of a creeper to the depths.

"Quiet, listen carefully." He took a deep breath to make sure he was awake, and put himself in position to wait for the thing to appear.

With William's reaction speed, he had to wait until the first face appeared before he noticed the abnormality. The scalp-numbing sound of jointed limbs landing was no longer like a crab's legs walking leisurely on the reef, but a centipede using its countless opponents.

Kraft looked at the face, but found no sense of familiarity in it. It wasn't anyone on the crew.

It is rougher than the image of the crew, an imprint left by the rocky loess that has accompanied it all year round.

Then came the second, and the third, blisters on the veil of darkness, rising sickeningly.When the fourth picture appeared, even Kraft changed his face.

The darkness boils, sharp or thorny structures faintly test the aperture, and invisible changes take place within it, wide and flat faces emerge one after another, with the distinctive local features after distortion.

"Now you know why I don't like coming here?"

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