Chapter 175: The Calm Before the Storm
(Samuel's POV)
I rubbed my temples, the weight of memories I couldn't shake pressing down on me. Bardot, that bitch, was like a cancer in my mind—everything she did to the original Samuel was unforgivable, and the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to kill her.
But there was something else we needed to focus on. The Black Hollow Dungeon.
I let out a deep sigh, trying to shake off the anger clouding my mind. Looking over at Henry, I decided it was time to focus on the task at hand.
"Tell me about this Black Hollow Dungeon," I said, my voice calmer but still tinged with frustration.
Henry glanced at me, his expression unreadable for a moment. Then, he nodded, as if he'd been waiting for me to ask.
"The Black Hollow Dungeon is one of the most mysterious and dangerous places in Eastern Europe," he started, his tone serious. "It's not on any maps, not officially recognized. It's an old, abandoned city, a place lost to time—underground in every sense. People say it's a labyrinth of horrors, traps, and unseen creatures."
I raised an eyebrow.
"Sounds like the perfect place to level up."
Henry smirked slightly, though there was a sharp edge to his expression.
"That's the thing, Samuel. The dungeon is unpredictable. No one who's gone in has ever returned, and no one has even made it past the first level. They say the deeper you go, the stronger the monsters become, and the time distortion is worse than anything we've seen. A minute inside could feel like days, or even weeks."