The twilight glow and the victorious cheers are blocked by the thick rock layers, unable to penetrate the darkness deep underground.
This is the core area of the "Blood and Flesh Royal Court."
Also the heart of the Rot Clan.
Even though the entire Royal Court has been completely destroyed by that mad big rat, many things that couldn't be dismantled or destroyed still remain under the towering mountain.
Everyone stepped into this decayed royal court with the joy of victory.
However, it wasn't long before the joy lingering in their hearts was overshadowed by the impending heaviness.
Corpses, corpses... and more corpses.
The air is filled with a nauseating mix of odors, a sour and astringent smell from the rot of flesh mixed with alchemy potion.
Sir Dickbin walks at the forefront of the group.
This gentleman, once well-dressed and always meticulously grooming his hair, has been transformed into a different kind of tough man by the baptism of war.
