"Adrei...I've seen many things in my adventures, but this..."
The Witch chortled in exasperation. "This is going a tad too far in my eyes."
The staff tightened, and claws stretched. The Witch and the Dragon were both on high alert against the mountains of corpses. The blue flame's light remained the only solace, as the wide corridors enshrouded them with darkness, and they were surrounded by dead eyes glaring at them.
Atmospheric, almost like a horror game. The Witch's step shuffled forward, the Dragon followed with flames at her fingertips, eyes darting in readiness.
They both knew. With these corpse mountains, the culprit behind them could only be closer than they could imagine.
One step, two steps...the Witch's eyes scanned over. No
Three steps, four steps...the Dragon's nose twitched—no foul smell.
Five steps, six steps, seven steps...clink.
The Witch raised her staff at a corner with an ice blast.
