Chapter 65: Castle of Brimstone - Exploring (2/2)

”Hold it in,” I whispered in the darkness. ”Not here; they will smell it,”

With a teary look, Yura swallowed as she clenched her teeth, ”disgusting.” she muttered inwardly. Yet somehow, I didn't think she was talking about the bodies rather the vomit she swallowed.

”Some of the blood is fresh. We need to take it slowly, Arsene. Something about this zone is frightening.” said Yura with a hint of apprehension.

With a nod of my head, Yura silently took the lead. Slowly we began exploring yet, with each step we took, the blood quickly began rising before it was to her knees. Not being deterred, we kept moving. The blood had not risen, but we never dropped our guard.

Pausing, Yura suddenly covered my mouth, pushing me into a wall as we hid behind a vase filled with webs and pestilence.

”Zoor, How are the new catch of the day,” an elegant-looking man dressed in a black suit asked, his jet black long hair elegantly wrapped in a ponytail. At the same time, a set of small circular glasses hung on his nose. ”It's been a long time since we got anything fresh in Galvez.”

”Lord Dromore, they are currently being prepped, but I questioned if they will be of any substance, my lord. They are just poorly talented mortals at the lowest stage of cultivation,” said Zoor, with a slight bow filled with disdain.

”Blah, who cares? As long as they taste good, I will be happy. It's been hundreds of years since anything good arrived.”

WIth a sharp stare, I removed Yura's soft hands from my mouth. 'We need to move from his location. Move quickly, Dromore seems at the stage of that Blood knight.” I muttered, compressing my words down with demonic qi.

Taking the lead, we sneakily departed in the opposite direction of the duo, making my way deeper into the dungeon with Yura following behind, making sure to remain out of his peripheral vision.

”GHAAAAAA” More screamed filled my ears as Dromore suddenly turned in our direction.

However, Yura was just as quickly using her 8th-grade syndrome instincts we dropped into the river of blood and guts without making a splash. I could feel a scrutinizing glaring coming from Dromore as he slowly walked away.

Waiting a few minutes, Yura took a peek out, sighing in a breath of relief. Wiping the rotting pieces of flesh and blood from my face, I spat in revulsion. This was disgusting, the sauce had all but stalled and brown in some areas, and the meat was growing with puss and worms.

Gripping Yura's hands, who seem to about to ball her eyes out, we traveled deeper into the dungeon. Watching in horror as hundreds of beasts and demons were being tortured and experimented on. We watched as a fiend force-fed a fellow demon his own brain as he screamed in pain. Slowly becoming a simpleton, by the 8th bite, all that was left was a broken toy, opening and closing its mouth in repetition.

More and more sickening scenes were slowly entering our minds before I turned to the teary-eyed girl. Her shoulder trembling as tears fell from her blood-stained cheeks. I was a psychopath all be it on the low spectrum of the chart but, Yura was not. It was clear as day that she had never seen such a disturbing sight.

”We can't stop, Yura.” I lightly said, patting her soft head, ”It's hard, but we must keep moving.”

Pulling her arm, we came upon a strange chamber; the scent of brimstone was not present but rather the rich smell of fresh blood seeping through the walls. We could not hear the screams of tortured souls but a sort of whimpering as we stepped in.