Charles knew the Foundation had once experimented on humans, but this was too much.
Barely a few seconds had passed when white, ghostly skeletons began drifting out from inside like sea fish gliding past Charles.
Surrounded by so many skeletons inside the dilapidated, sunken ship at the bottom of the eerie sea, one couldn't help but feel a chill down their spine.
Feierbahah hid at a distant exit, fiercely tugging on Charles's oxygen tube, trying to make him come out quickly.
Charles reached back and pulled on the tube, dragging the distant figure right into the pile of skeletons.
Making a hand signal to stop, Charles used his hands to clear the skeletons in front of him and continued walking toward the cargo hold.
Speaking of which, if there really were ghosts in the sea, he truly wasn't afraid.
Compared to those bizarre monsters from who knows where, if these bones started moving, at least they were of the same origin as him.
