There was a tapping sound, not a deliberate on either, it was something fairly heavy tapping against the perfectly smooth marble of the hallowed halls that Xing Yi found himself in. It wasn't the only sound, there were drops and drips against the heavily puddled floor, the creak of iron bars as they poorly resisted the surprisingly forceful draft of cold air through these large halls. Small rats were racing the the many cracks and holes in the floor and walls, their tiny claws making an eerie orchestra with the squeaks they were also making.

But the tapping, this was not the tapping of the enviroment it was foreign it was the tapping of someone who was not from these halls other than Xing himself. This mystery intruder could have been anywhere in the great maze of this castle because the echos of even the slightest sounds would carry so far with the spacious marble which was everywhere.

Xing Yi closed his eyes and began to follow the steps as best as he could, hoping to find this stranger of the halls and see what they were up to.