Water dripped onto the damp ground. Moments ago, this long passage was filled with cobwebs and white bundles of rolled corpses. Now only traces of cobwebs had piled up on the top of the wet ground.
A man sprawled on a pool of red liquid, not moving for a long time until a mouse crawled over his head and squeaked in a low voice, then the fingers moved slowly.
"Cough!" Morgan coughed and vomited a mouthful of blood. He supported himself with both hands and tried to get up.
As expected, the silver sword did not affect him. What Alena said about herself as a Demon Hunter seemed to be true.
Litzy squeaked softly over Morgan's head, tugging at his hair with her little legs.
"You should have followed him wherever he went."
Morgan sighed, pulling the little mouse off the top of his head. "Now we have to bother catching up with him. That brat must have done something bad."
Litzy squeaked softly, and she jumped onto Morgan's shoulder.
