The closer they got to the surface of Pit Two, the more Undead Creatures they encountered.
The former miners' settlement was especially crawling with infected undead, the scene resembling a living hell.
"Holy Law!"
A middle-aged man in armor held a longsword and stared sternly at the chaotic crowd ahead.
As he uttered two syllables imbued with a sacred aura, gentle white light bloomed from his body, and the dark energy filling the area seemed to scatter before it.
"The dead should rest in peace."
The man lowered his head slightly and shot forward like lightning. His longsword flashed, and one Undead Creature after another fell to the ground.
The longsword in his hand was covered in rust and looked far from sharp, yet after cleaving into an Undead Creature's body, it moved through as smoothly as a hot knife through butter.
Nothing could stop the longsword's passage.
The white light around his body also restrained the dark energy.
In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen Undead Creatures had completely lost the ability to move.
The man slowly sheathed his longsword, turned toward the few people he had saved, and placed one hand over his chest before bowing deeply.
"May God bless you."
The few people stared at him in shock. One of them stammered, "Th... Thank you!"
In Black City, aside from trusted family and friends, no one would save a complete stranger.
The strong were even less likely to show goodwill toward the weak.
So...
Where had this Abnormality come from?
"I'm looking for someone."
The man took a crumpled portrait from his clothes. When he unfolded it, the features of a young man were revealed.
"His name is Rene. He was sold here last year."
"Rene?"
The few people shook their heads blankly.
"Never