There was no light in the camp, no sound, it was like a dead place.

Most of the places here are broken, the doors have been damaged, and some houses have even collapsed in half.

Blood could be seen on the ground, but there were no footprints, in fact there were no footprints anywhere, except for the footprints of Donnie and the three of them extending from the gate.

There were several smashed and dusty vehicles parked in the camp's parking lot, and even if the wooden bridge outside the camp was intact, they could not be counted on.

As for the carriage parked on the side, it was certainly not enough to have only the carriage, and the horses were nowhere to be found.

There is also a fog inside the redwood camp, which makes the place even more eerie.

The three of them weren't afraid of what they were seeing at the moment, but the pressure from around them did make them cautious.

Especially when he knew that he might be moving near a hell's gate, neither Lawrence nor Will was as active as he had been at the beginning.

Twenty-six years ago, before Mr. Short's case, Camp Redwood wasn't very well-known here, so it wasn't very large, and it did have a reputation after the case, but it was all notoriety, and of course the camp couldn't be expanded.

Even if it reopened a little more than a month ago, it was not much bigger than it was more than 20 years ago.

Therefore, Donnie and the others searched the camp without any problems.

Gradually, Donnie and the others discovered a big problem, where did the second wave of extraordinaries go

Will is dissatisfied with his boss, Shaunelli, the leader of Orclaire's Thirteenth Fort, and in fact Shaunelli has not done nothing.

Among the second batch of Extraordinaries were two second-order Extraordinary, as well as the Weird of the same rank as the two of them, and nearly ten Extraordinary.

Although this force can't capture the headquarters of a transcendent organization like Fort 13, it should be enough to deal with some of the buildings of the city's Hearsay.

But Donnie and the others have no trace of them at all, these people never seem to have been here, or they have all been hit by the attack after they came, and they are in danger.

"Maybe we should get out of the way first." Donnie looked around, the fog had somehow thickened, and a sense of crisis lingered around him all the time.

Lawrence had the same thought, and immediately looked at Will, who was standing silent.

After all, Will is not the kind of person who drags his friends and loses his life for his own business, and after several ideological games, he made a decision.

"We really should be out for a while." After Will finished speaking, the whole person seemed weak.

Now is not the time to comfort him, Donnie's sense of crisis is getting heavier and heavier, if you see him as a worm stuck to a large woven web, then at this moment all the spider silk around him is vibrating, indicating the arrival of crisis.

Lawrence and Will are a little less physically than Donnie, but they are also aware of the growing danger around them, as well as the pervasiveness and growing malice.

This place hates them, hates them, and as for the reason, not everything has a reason.

Compared to Lawrence, Donnie now does not feel abhorred by this camp except for the great crisis.

On the contrary, whispers and mutters echoed in his mind.

"Stay"

"Become one with us"

"Light is only a moment, darkness is eternal"

Donnie's head was big for a while, but no matter how hard he tried to find the owner of the whisper, he was disappointed.

Flames poured out of Donnie's hand to the dead tree by the roadside, which had lost its leaves, and it was unknown if it was due to the season or if it was dead.

But the reason didn't matter, the next second, the tree was already surrounded by flames, and it was blazing.

"What's wrong" Lawrence, who was walking in front of Donnie, immediately turned around and looked at Donnie's position, and Will also stared at Donnie tightly, nervous.

Looking at the way the two of them looked, they knew that they didn't hear anything, and they didn't feel Donnie's distress right now.

After thinking about it, Donnie still said truthfully: "This tree has spoken to me, and it wants me to stay." ”

It's a fact, Downey can't pinpoint the real source, and the source of the whisper is constantly changing, sometimes it's a broken house, sometimes it's a street sign, sometimes it's a dead tree.

Obviously, when the voice was transferred from the dead tree to Donnie's mind, Donnie, who had been tossed all the way by the whispering voice, finally couldn't help it.

At the moment when the flames rushed out, the surrounding sounds suddenly fell silent.

There was nothing strange about wizards and witchers feeling about a place differently, and Lawrence and Will didn't say anything more after asking why.

But it was clear that neither of them wanted that to happen again.

However, not long after Donnie burned a dead tree with flames, the whispers returned, and they tended to intensify.

The whispers also changed from persuasion to intimidation.

Not only whispering, but also faint visions, Donnie seemed to see the scene of hell again.

Not only the never-extinguishing lake of fire over there, but also the endless blood-colored river, and the black cold plain, the black ice that formed the ice hell

Soon, Donnie had the idea of what he wanted to destroy.

The shout of "Donnie" reached Donnie's ears.

Only then did he realize that he was standing not far in front of the burned dead tree, facing a broken wooden door.

Lawrence and Will stood beside him, the former with concern in his eyes and the latter with a little more wariness in his eyes.

"You've been standing here for a while, no problem," Lawrence asked.

"I'm fine," Donnie said, reaching for the quaint lantern from his air-wing backpack.

This lantern artifact had helped Donnie escape from the city of Mizuri, which is now part of the spirit world, and this time it must have served some purpose.

When the lights came on, Donnie snorted.

The loss of mana was much faster than Donnie expected, even more than the reality of Mizuri, which was shrouded in the spirit world.

Under the illumination of the lights, the thick fog that surrounded Donnie and them dissipated considerably, leaving them a circular space.

The light was like a circular bubble that protected the three of them from the eerie aura of Camp Mahogany.

However, this action also caused Camp Redwood to change again, as the collapsed or cracked doors were kicked open at the same time, and figures emerged from the dark room.

Lawrence was stunned when he saw this, "What's the matter, wasn't there no one when we went in before?"