Chapter 96 – Anxiety
My steps onto the eleventh floor of the Cave of the Forgotten felt heavy. Not because my body was exhausted no, an undead like me doesn’t know fatigue like ordinary humans do. But... there was something else. Something that pierced from within, striking my awareness like an inaudible whisper echoing at the edge of my soul.
That feeling... it came out of nowhere. As if... someone important... was in danger.
My heart or whatever was left of that feeling was suddenly filled with unease. It was as if an invisible thread was slowly being severed, sending a faint thud to the bottom of my soul. I clenched my teeth. No. I couldn’t afford to be distracted right now.
But my mind was already split. And unfortunately, this place doesn’t allow even a moment of lost focus.
The eleventh floor greeted me with a swarm of armored skeletons dozens of them, each wielding weapons shrouded in a dark aura. These were no ordinary undead. Their movements were coordinated, agile, as if they had once been trained soldiers in life.
I greeted their attack with my chains and claws. But because my thoughts kept drifting, my movements were slower than usual. A skeleton’s sword managed to graze my shoulder, and though my regeneration healed it instantly, it still made me scowl.
"Idiot," I muttered, leaping backward. "Focus, Sylvia Focus."
But that unsettling feeling wouldn’t go away. It was growing stronger. My heart, which shouldn’t even be beating, suddenly felt heavy trembling in a chaotic rhythm. I clenched my teeth. This wasn’t normal.
"I can’t go on like this."
With a stomp of my foot, I retreated from the battle and called out to my three werewolf zombies.
"Handle them," I ordered coldly. "Eliminate anything in the way."