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Chapter 7: Warden's Depths
While mining deeper into the mountain, a sharp screech rang out—
Everything around me turned pitch black.
"Damn it… a Warden?!"
It wasn't a joke.
As I looked down the cavern, my eyes locked with a massive, blind monster.
A chilling roar tore through the dark, shaking the ground and piercing through my head.
I staggered back, ears ringing.
But strangely…
The undead weren't affected.
They stood still, silent.
Unshaken.
I gave the command.
"Go. Search for anything valuable down there."
Suddenly, my system interface glitched—
A new window popped up.
A live feed…
From the zombie's eyes.
They moved through the shadows, bones crunching beneath their feet.
The dust was thick—
These ruins hadn't been touched in centuries.
It was an ancient civilization…
Buried beneath the earth.
Dead. Forgotten.
Possibly destroyed by the Warden long ago.
"Perfect…"
My whisper echoed through the quiet system.
One of the zombies reached a stone chest.
Inside—rare relics.
Artifacts long gone from history.
But then—
The Warden turned.
It didn't attack.
It sniffed… moved slowly…
Like it was searching for something.
Maybe because they're undead?
No heartbeat. No heat. No soul.
Just husks following orders.
I watched in silence.
The Warden let them pass.
My army of the dead began looting the forgotten world.
And I smiled.
"Not even death can stop me."
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