Chapter 44: Dead village
This time, Riven pointed at her in return. "You open it."
Kivara scowled. Riven shrugged and said simply, "You’re stronger than me."
She hesitated, but she didn’t like being in the village any more than Riven did, so she moved closer to the coffin. Her aura surged around her, pressing tight against her like a coiled serpent, ready to strike at a moment’s notice.
She stretched her hand forward and touched the front of the coffin, shivering from the coldness she felt from it. But then, she gripped the edge and flipped the coffin lid open, jumping back as she did.
But... there was nothing inside!
Riven released the breath he didn’t know he was holding, but that only made him more tense. "Now what? How will we get out of here?"
Kivara stared back blankly. They couldn’t think of any way to get out of the village. Their last option was the coffin, but there was nothing inside. "Maybe we should attack the undead, but I’m afraid of drawing the necromancer’s attention or offending them."
Riven swallowed. "...I just joined the practitioner world, and I’m going to get stuck in this village? Why is my luck so shitty?..."
He couldn’t help but howl in his mind.
Just as he was about to say something to Kivara, he saw a red flash appear inside the coffin. Unknown to them, the coffin had filled with darkness. "What is that...?!"