This was an age steeped in extreme superstition. Their fear of demons and ghosts was something modern people could scarcely imagine.
"What's going on? Was that cry for help made by a monster?"
Phield frowned and summoned the minimap, checking it again and again, certain that there were no living entities inside.
"My lord, this is very strange. I'm sure there's no living presence here. Still, please be careful," Ashina said without hesitation, stepping in front of Phield. She was worried that something bizarre might suddenly rush out and attack the lord.
"There should be a basement inside. That sound felt hollow and prolonged, like it was coming from underground."
After studying the minimap for a while and combining it with basic physical reasoning, Phield saw through the mystery.
