The sounds of humming echoed continuously within the dungeon of the Great Graveyard, occasionally interspersed with the swishing sound of weapons slicing through the air.
"Hurry up with those movements! You bunch of fools, is this how you do stealth?"
"Damn it, you're all so stupid it's killing me!"
"Sink your consciousness into darkness, don't bother with spells; feel the flow of breath and imagine yourself as a rat!"
"Damn... I'm thirsty, go get me some water."
The skeleton soldiers scampered off outside without a hint of complaint, even enjoying it.
Chris fanned the air with her hand and sat brazenly on a stone stool, embodying the image of a delinquent woman.
She didn't need to pretend though.
Infamous Silver Scimitars were all such people, weren't they?
She was merely returning to her nature.
Ever since that Demon tossed her here, half a year had passed.
At first, Chris struggled to adjust, but now she had become completely accustomed to dungeon life.
