Villain Ch 1079. Singing Corpse
Larissa led the way, her blood tendrils gently swaying at her sides, ready for any ambush that might await them. "Whatever's up there, it better be worth it," she muttered under her breath, her eyes scanning the staircase for signs of danger.
Jane was humming a soft tune to herself. "Maybe we'll find more lore," she mused, her voice echoing off the cold stone walls. "I love these old dungeons—they always have the best stories."
The second floor of the monastery was eerily similar to the first, though something about it felt even more unsettling. The rooms were still decayed and filled with broken furniture, collapsed bookshelves, and ruined tapestries, but there was more movement here. More noise.
