Sid grinned, hefting the axe.
"Damn, this thing's heavy. Probably weighs more than my will to live."
He slung the crossbow over his shoulder, stuffed the bolts into his pouch, and gave the shattered spear a quick test spin.
"Alright. Inventory updated, dignity restored."
He finally turned back to the staircase, body aching but mood lighter.
"Now that's proper gaming etiquette."
He muttered, climbing toward the next floor. After a moment, he frowned and whispered,
"Wait… this is weird."
He looked around the grand foyer, noticing how empty it felt beyond the guards he had killed.
"The whole mansion should've been crawling with zombies. But no… it's only the guards."
He rubbed his chin, his tone shifting between suspicion and mild amusement.
"So the undead only stayed where they were assigned before? Even in death, these guys are still doing their jobs. Meanwhile, the rest of the horde is just outside the damn gate."
He chuckled lightly, though the sound was uneasy.
