Survivors

Laweier felt that today, he was trading his life for time spent using the Magic Web.

He had been lying low in the Hall of Inquisition as a Monk Servant for nearly half a month.

For the past half month, he had followed the inquisitors across the Frost Plains, only arriving at this underground base yesterday.

Laweier glanced at the signal on his Magic Web Interface. It had gradually shifted from yellow to red.

The inquisitor was already three or four meters away from him. If she took a few more steps forward, Laweier would once again be cut off from the Magic Web.

Fortunately, a group of Monk Servants beside Laweier began moving at her gesture, following the inquisitor.

Laweier slipped into the Monk Servants' ranks and carefully trailed behind them, barely keeping the signal yellow.

The inquisitor headed deeper underground, and the Monk Servants followed.

Laweier gradually began to smell an odd scent of blood. With every step he took down the stairs, the stench grew stronger.

By the end, the blood saturating the air was enough to make even Laweier, who was accustomed to battlefields, feel uncomfortable.

Yet the inquisitor leading them continued humming as she briskly descended.

Laweier followed the Monk Servants into another spacious corridor. The instant he stepped inside, it felt as if someone had clenched his heart.

An overwhelming mass of Negative Emotions suddenly swept over him. Anger and sorrow quietly began growing within Laweier, accompanied by resentment.

The inquisitor entered the depths of the corridor, walked into a room, and shut the door behind her. The Monk Servants could only wait outside.

Laweier also lost his network connection at that moment. When he saw the sights on either side of the corridor, he stopped walking.

Both sides of the corridor were lined