In the damp labyrinth, Charles, with a grim face, led the crew in a frantic run.
"Mr. Charles, my friend can't keep up!" Lily, perched on Charles's shoulder, cried out anxiously.
"Tell them to climb onto James's back! Quickly!"
The rats rapidly scrambled onto the back of James, who was shrinking, appearing as if he had thrown on a black cape.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
The pitiful screams ahead grew louder, echoing continuously, but they could no longer hinder Charles's pace.
If, as the bandages had pointed out, the island outside had already sunk below the waterline, then if everyone couldn't hurry out in a short time, they would sink into the deep sea with the island.
Whatever was beneath the deep sea, that place was not one where humans could tread.
The moist air was filled with oppression, every face was etched with solemnity, but seeing Charles, their backbone, running at the front, no one panicked.