The cargo well was shaking at a subtle frequency, its walls continuously seeping dark red droplets mingled with a nauseating, fishy-smelling, yellowish-brown thick juice.
Even if he held his breath completely, that despairing, rotten smell still filled Ur Wunnian's nostrils and flowed into his lungs.
I can't die here!
Ur Wunnian's eyes bulged. His physique, far beyond that of an ordinary person, allowed him to climb rapidly like a monkey, scrambling up the hemp rope towards the wooden trapdoor at the top of the cargo well.
However, that trapdoor seemed eternally out of reach. No matter how hard Ur Wunnian tried, he could never close the distance.
The cargo well was slowly constricting, seemingly determined to completely swallow Ur Wunnian.
"AHHHH!"
