As Alden left the scene riddled with corpses, something shifted.
The ground started glowing in ominous red.
colour.
Many charred black hands emerged from the ground.
Their target.
The bodies of the enemies Alden had left behind.
The hands grabbed the bodies, dragging them down, limb by limb, into the hungry earth.
No sound. No resistance.
Just the slow, dreadful sinking of the dead.
Within moments, the clearing was empty.
As if no battle had ever taken place.
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Unaware of everything happening within the dungeon, Alden walked towards the centre.
If this was the same dungeon as mentioned in the novel, then the centre should hold the exit of this cursed dungeon.
Even if there is no exit, he would at least know this isn't the same dungeon.
The forest behind him was stained with blood, shadows and silence.
He'd taken care of everything.
And yet—he could feel it.
A gaze.
Soft at first.
Hesitant.
Then sharp.
Like a claw tracing down the nape of his neck.
