"Gara Gara Gara Gaggara Jarba"
Jal! Jal! Jal!
The sound of Anklets with the spooky voice of an old man!
"Pira Nalkuri Netthara Parba"
He heard the sound of anklets and it seemed to be getting closer to him!
Getting up from the ground, Michel cautiously looked at his surrounding!
pop!
Suddenly the corpse of the men around him started to burst one by one!
Blood splattered all around as if it was a festival of blood with great pomp!
Michel's face hardened as he increased his guard against the unseen enemy.
Clap! clap!
This time it was the sound of hands clapping!
"Great"
The Oldman's voice once again!
"I guess this much is to be expected by the Heir of the Crazy Necromancer, hohoho"
And finally, a figure appeared!
It was an Oldman with prosthetic legs walking with the support of a stick!
Michel was thrown into confusion as to how this frail Oldman got into the dungeon but the weirder thing was the anklets around his hands that were supposed to be worn on the legs!
