Chapter 122 - Dungeon - XXX
In a dimly lit underground chamber, with black stone walls and a long rectangular table for twenty, the stench of fresh blood still filled the air. The flickering torchlight barely pierced the thick darkness pooling in the corners, where shadows seemed to breathe.
Twenty bodies were strewn across the floor in grotesque positions. Some headless, others with open chests or torn limbs. Blood still trickled slowly, tracing scarlet lines through the cracks in the stone. Flies buzzed through the air, feasting. The massacre was silent, cruel, deliberate.
"How many infiltrators?"
The voice was sharp, commanding, impossible to ignore.
"Thirty-six identified. Twenty already executed," replied a figure cloaked in shadow, voice cold and disciplined.
"How did they get past the Shadow Unit's screening?"
"We don't know... But it's clear we underestimated the issue."
"Continue."
"There are signs of coordinated movement. The orc territories reported disturbances identical to ours."
"Who's behind this?"
"Unknown. But we found... this."