Martin recoils as the flowery scent of the green blood smeared all over the lighthouse hits him. He shakes his head to try to clear away disorientation that hits half a beat later.

Don't touch it? That's probably sound advice, who knows what it is, or what it would do to bare skin. The last thing he wants to do is get infected or burned by it or something. "Yeah. Yeah. God, what a mess. What even is this stuff?"

He looks at the stairs, leading up to the lamp, slick with the vileblood as well. "All right. We'll have to watch our step, I guess."