Wilfred's expression was complex, grateful that there was a lining inside; otherwise, he would have been... running around naked...
Charles Harrington's arm was bleeding, the fresh blood dripping down and quickly outlining tiny portions of the mural on the ground.
He couldn't possibly have that much blood to paint with.
This cave was enormous, the mural of the Night Banquet was a super-sized masterpiece, covering the entire floor by the door.
However, Charles Harrington remembered that Wayne Bailey had been very close to the door when pressing down on the pendant.
Charles Harrington looked around, and apart from the connected entrance of the cave, there were only three walls.
He looked at Wayne Bailey and had Wilfred drag him over to that wall, so as to not waste the blood on him...
Wilfred: ...
