"Easy for you to say. It's either open space or locked rooms here. Where can I hide?"
John cursed inwardly but obediently took out the carpet and covered himself entirely.
He then crouched in a corner, not daring to make a sound.
The next moment, a nauseating, putrid stench of extreme decay surged from the far end, filling John's nostrils and making him instinctively want to vomit.
Finally, at the far end, a pair of blood-red eyes flickered, peering through the window as if scrutinizing the entire palace.
Oddly, the presence of a living being had completely vanished, and after repeatedly confirming this, the dead dragon withdrew its gaze and returned to slumber.
Seeing this, John finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Feeling his heart pounding wildly, he struggled to stand up, still shaken, and said, "So this is the oppressive aura of a demigod?"
By comparison, the pressure from an [Apostle] seemed insignificant.
