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Once again, they stepped into the narrow corridor filled with volcanic moss.
The gazes of the Undead lingered on Renzo, who walked at the forefront. Cloaked in a thin black robe, Renzo brought an overwhelming pressure, especially when the blood-red flames ignited in the palm of his hand—the rational beat of the flames made the Undead's breathing tense.
The heaviness of boots on the ground with every step caused slight tremors that reached the volcanic moss, which would then emit the sound of a baby crying, irritating to anyone's ears.
"There's one ahead," an Undead warned.
Then they saw the blood-red flame in Renzo's hand morph into a long serpent that slithered from his palm onto the ground, rapidly moving toward the volcanic moss.
The crying sound of the baby burst forth at the moment of contact, but it abruptly cut off as if a giant hand, anticipating the event, had seized the source's throat.
