The speed of the castle invasion was far faster than imagined, and while Milan didn't agree with the Undead's twisted logic of "kill everyone who sees me and that means I've gone unnoticed," she indeed saved a lot of energy at this pace.
With the dirty black walls, not yet fully smoothed of clay, whizzing past her as Milan ran forward, the view soon became an endlessly stretching black tunnel, as if she had entered the body of a giant serpentine creature.
Not until a light the size of a palm appeared at the end of her vision.
The winding castle seemed to finally reach its endpoint.
The path also suddenly widened.
The smell of blood wafted out from various rooms as she passed, followed by the sound of dense footsteps.
One, two, a dozen, tens, hundreds of figures with their heads covered by hoods sprang out from side doors as Milan sprinted forward, like tributaries rapidly joining the main stream.
