Chapter 71: Shadow Realm Again? Really?
As he continued to run, his pace steady but growing strained, the numbers behind him increased with each passing second—dozens of specters now trailing in relentless pursuit. Their ghostly wails echoed in the stone corridor, like wind howling through broken windows.
"Where are they coming from!?" Corven shouted, frustration leaking through his voice as he slashed down another one standing in his path.
SLASH.
SLASH.
SLASH.
"It felt like I just took out an entire army already!" he grunted, eyes narrowing as he cut through yet another.
But despite all the effort, it felt like he wasn’t making any progress. The scenery remained unchanged—stone walls, the flickering of illogical torchlight, and the endless line of enemies. Each step only seemed to weigh heavier than the last. His legs began to ache, not from fatigue, but from the oppressive sensation that something was forcing him to stay in place.
"This has to be a trick, right? No way in hell is a hallway this long!"
He glanced over his shoulder—and then he saw it.
Amidst the horde of spectral enemies, a new figure had appeared. It was different from the others. This one shone with a faint golden hue, its translucent form cloaked in ceremonial robes, a glowing crown atop its head.
A commanding presence. Regal. Wrong.
"That has to be it!"