He instinctively turned his head and saw Miss Tata staring at the elongated shadow she cast on the stone wall—was Miss Tata speaking to the shadow? This thought made Fang Hong feel a bout of unease.
Suddenly, he realized something was wrong—the light source came from all directions, so why was there such a deep shadow in that specific direction on the rock wall? As if sensing his thoughts, the shadow suddenly shifted direction, elongated further, and blended into the darkness of that direction.
The entire process was soundless, yet Fang Hong felt goosebumps rising over his skin.
He almost immediately recalled the local legend Hilveld had told him about—the Pale Ghosts. They had discussed these things at length and concluded they were either extremely cunning or overwhelmingly powerful.
Miss Ship's Officer agreed more with the latter hypothesized conclusion—
