The Strongest Player is a Demon Lord

Banshees

[Azazel Dungeon – Present Day]

It has been three days since I entered this dungeon. There have been…various things that have happened. Stuff that are heavy for the weak of spirit. I thought I’ve seen it all in my days as an adventurer. Death and, all the gut-wrenching things that comes with it in the battlefield. But this, this is far more.

There are worms that carry distorted faces of humans. With eyes melting from the sockets and mouths that drool with excretes. Walls that can see…their eyes coming with every step we take. We tried killing these and destroying the walls. But none of that worked. The eyes would hide behind the walls every time and, we’d be left wasting our energy.

There is the distant sound of laughter. That of children that echo throughout these dark and morbid corridors. And the stench…the stench is the worst of it all. Making most of us vomit just from catching a whiff of it for the first time…and no matter what kind of spell we used, this never went away.

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