Chapter 103 – The Breath Before the Storm
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
The corridor was filled with knee-high water. Each step felt heavy. Amphibious undead emerged from the surface, their bodies slimy and their teeth stretching down to their chests. But the moisture made them sluggish, and I exploited that with precise attacks. Chains and claws worked in harmony, slashing them until the water turned dark red. My werewolves seemed to enjoy the scent of blood, and one of them even drank the bloody water whether from thirst or wild instinct, I couldn’t tell.
Floor 34
Dark. Not ordinary darkness. Even the glow from my werewolves’ eyes barely pierced the black mist that filled the floor. The fog felt alive moving, whispering, touching skin like cold fingers from another realm. I used [Void Step] to teleport randomly and avoid ambushes from monsters hiding within.
This time, the attackers were soundless undead. They didn’t groan, didn’t roar. They just appeared and tried to stab or rip us apart with blades or claws. No aura... only emptiness.