Marr led us toward the cave. The sunlight kept fading: we had about two hours before sunset.
The intense rotted smell. The fog only interfered when someone tried to get out but didn't do anything when people ventured inside; even fogs had class in this world.
The undead didn't attack us. There weren't any undead in the direction we were headed. As though the undead themselves were running away from something. Just thinking about it, made my heart race.
Do we really have to go in there? When we finally reached the cave, my heart throbbed. Even from the outside: the silence, the darkness and the rot made me sweat coldly. It was dreadful. I almost wanted to throw up. "Old man…"
"I know. That isn't an ordinary cave, and the thing inside isn't anything trivial either. I think we should leave." Even the old man now felt it. The old man was strong and he was afraid. Which only meant one thing. This thing was bad, real bad.
