Chapter 21: The Three Virtues Of A Knight (III)
The first thing Gray noticed was the smell.
It stank of rot... of wet moss, blood, and rusted iron.
The air was thick and damp, like breathing through a wet cloth.
Mold crept over the stone walls, and every step made a faint squish, like something had died just beneath the cracked wooden floor.
Gray moved ahead silently.
But of course...
"Woooow! This place is huge!" Ronan’s voice echoed down the corridor, far too loud for comfort.
"Hey-hey, do you think there’s treasure here? Like a bonus reward or hidden chest? Wait.... what if it’s cursed treasure?! Haha! That would be so cool!"
Gray’s left eye twitched.
He didn’t respond.
"...Oof. Tough crowd," Ronan muttered.
"But you know, you’re not the only cool guy in this trio. I may not look it, but I’m—whoa—look! Look at that carving on the wall! Doesn’t it look like a dragon eating a dude? That’s awesome."