Verdu subconsciously swallowed his saliva, feeling an indescribable sense of fear.
He didn't know what he was afraid of. There wasn't any real danger; yet, a drop of unknown liquid falling from above was enough to chill his spine and tighten his pores.
Perhaps it was because the environment was too eerie and silent, or perhaps it was because of the identity and unknown origins of the liquid… Verdu cautiously moved two steps outside and patiently observed.
In the next few minutes, nothing abnormal happened. No more liquid fell from above.
This made Verdu suspect that it was only a bird passing by. There was a freshwater fish from the island's streams or a sea fish in its mouth and a slightly sticky liquid dripped from its surface.
He calmed himself and then checked on the ruins of the telegraph office.
