Reincarnated in a novel: I am the villain!

Walking away from the old guard, the two of them began their walk in Abyssheaven

Fortunately, this wasn’t a particularly large settlement and most shops and stalls could be seen at an eye’s view

Within a few minutes a walking, they stood before the Bone Hall.

It was a cathedral of death, constructed entirely from the upturned ribcage of an Ancient Abyss beast.

The white, calcified bones curved hundreds of feet into the air, creating a vaulted ceiling that dripped with condensation.

Unlike the chaotic abyss filled with the constant screeching and roars of monsters in the distance, the Hall was eerily silent.

Damien pushed open the heavy leather doors. The smell hit him instantly, the sharp, horrid smell of mold and body odour mixed with old, dried blood.

Inside, hundreds of Drifters huddled in the shadows. They spoke in hushed whispers, clutching their weapons like security blankets.

"Look over there," Damien whispered to Isabelle.

He pointed to a counter near the entrance.

A Drifter with a mutated, chitinous arm was slamming a bloody sack onto the desk.

A skeletal clerk opened the sack, revealing the severed head of a multi-eyed wolf.