Minutes turned to hours, hours into days, and then days into weeks _ Amy didn't even know how long she had been fighting against the horde of monsters which never seemed to end.
They were like unkillable immortals, on whom no matter what method she used, cutting, slashing, chopping, strangling, storing body parts in different spaces- all it took was just the shining light of the red rising sun, and then they were back again.
The only saving grace was that overall their strength and habits always remained the same.
She was covered in blood from head to toe, her armor hanging on her body just for the namesake. Even the crown of chaos, which was her strongest cheat, seemed to be suppressed by something. Probably Apate's magic. And she couldn't even sense it anymore.
She didn't know if it was a special gift from Apate, or there always was a different breed of undead in this dungeon _ a small creature who could use illusion magic when she was asleep.
