Our footsteps echoed through the seemingly endless corridor. After clearing floor 31 of its giant skeleton army, we moved down once again. The path to floor 32 opened without resistance only damp wind greeted us, carrying the scent of metal and rotting earth.
I walked forward without hesitation, my three werewolf zombies following close behind. They looked a bit calmer, though their bloodlust never truly faded. I knew they could keep fighting without tiring. But me? I still had limits. And those limits were slowly creeping in.
Floor 32
We encountered thin undead, resembling mummies but armed like assassins. Fast, agile, and attacking in disruptive waves. But claws and poison remained the answer. After killing around thirty of them, the rest scattered. I didn't chase. No need to.
Floor 33
