Ghost King’s Crevice [2]

Bertram's face immediately paled.

"Follow me and run!"

He said no more and moved his tiny legs at an impossible pace, running faster than most normal-sized people!

Damien and the girls were alerted by his sudden actions but didn't ask questions.

Now wasn't the time to be overconfident. If a guide who regularly traversed this place was acting like that, there had to be a good reason.

The group ran after Bertram and matched his pace. He ran parallel to the cliff wall, not daring to go more than 10 feet from it.

Whoosh!

A chilling wind flowed through the ravine and became fiercer with every passing instant, barraging the group with the same evil sensation they felt in the Netherworld Fog heightened to a new level.

"Damn! What's happening?!" Damien asked while watching the growing fog and blocking the Ghostly Wind.