In this web-filled underground city, killing wasn't only happening at the top of the high towers.
In the unnoticed shadows, a group of subterranean races were locked up by the Drow Elves in many web-sealed cells.
The Drow Elves spoke of overthrowing the oppression of the Undead, but in truth, they were not much different from the Undead themselves; these subterranean races were nothing more than slaves, food, and disposable resources to the Drow Elves.
In this gloomy realm, there was no morality, no compassion, only the stark reality of the survival of the fittest.
And those slaves who were supposed to be sent for skinning and boning were mysteriously disappearing one by one.
Something in the darkness seemed to be swallowing these slaves whole.
There were no screams, no cries of alarm, just the very faint sound of chewing, as flesh and bone were crushed and vanished completely in a sound that made one's scalp tingle.
