"Boss, there's a staircase here."
"Good work."
Lorf said in a low voice as he walked over to inspect the boy's discovery.
Sure enough, behind a tall statue of an ancient warrior corroded by time, a staircase was hidden within the sand-colored wall. The passage looked rough and unpolished, its stones pitted and worn away by the ages.
As Grak's deputy, there was naturally a very important reason why he was not at the front lines right now, but had instead plunged headfirst into Tyre's labyrinthine underground.
The warlord had given him a very important mission, one he had to complete even if it killed him.
"Get moving."
Lorf waved a hand and spoke quietly to the boys behind him.
"You lot in front, lead the way."
"Yes, boss."
After answering, the guide charged into the dim passage without looking back, while Lorf led a squad of the legion's finest killers after him.
They were all huge lads. If the entrance had not been built wide enough to barely let their towering armored bodies pass through, they would have been helpless even after finding it.
Lorf continued onward. The stairs descended for roughly ten meters before opening into a broad, low-ceilinged hall.
"These walls are definitely hollow."
One of the killers rapped the wall with a thick finger. They were cruel butchers, but they were also cunning hunters, never missing the slightest trace of prey.
"I heard humies like building houses underground and hiding their corpses inside."
Lorf pointed at the niches in the walls, which held incomplete, decaying skeletons. Some were still draped in tattered burial shrouds.
"This might be one of those places."
As he spoke, the guide had already led them through the hall.
The farther they went, the more corpses there were. Some skeletons had been