A dreary silence filled the narrow halls of the spooky palace as Nero, Elly, and Ivy cautiously continued on their way. Though quick, their movements have a little to no noise when their feet touched the ground, showing an adeptness in skill. However, despite their caution and pace taken forward, the sinister air within the halls didn't decrease but instead grew denser by each passing second as if danger was lurking around them.
While hurrying, Nero couldn't help but notice a few bones belonging to ancient individuals, some even having worn out but seemingly fine armor.
Inspecting each of them closely, Nero saw a sight that made his mind chill, a few small markings that seemed no different from tiny bite marks that made holes into both the armor and the bones of the fallen ones.
Not daring to let his guard down, Nero firmly gripped his scythe while trying to press down his current mood of uncertainty while he thought to himself.
