A few hours after leaving the village, I arrived at the so-called shrine by mid-afternoon.
Just like Gorn described, it looked like a shrine but also not. If this were an MMORPG, it would probably be classified as a dungeon, with its the centered around a mysterious, and abandoned shrine.
The area was eerily quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves and the distant calls of unseen creatures. The shrine itself was surrounded by crumbling gravestones, overgrown with moss and vines. The air slled damp, with an underlying hint of decay.
This place is full of graves. If I didn't know better, I'd bet my claws that this dungeon is crawling with zombies and skeletons.
I I walk forward, wobbly. Why? Cuz I'm shit scared of Zombies!!
Those lifeless eyes, those rotting flesh, and the way they bite into flesh to turn others into zombies too-!!
Those zombie movies gave trauma and paranoia, back on Earth, I used to always carry a foldable knife cuz I was scared a zombie outbreak might happen!!
Just thinking about the fact that this place might be crawling with that made my skin itch with unease!
And now here I am, standing in what could very well be a zombie nest. My worst nightmare made real, *sob*
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"This is fine," I whispered to myself, taking another shaky step forward. "I've faced corrupted monsters, humans, and even that idiot Scarface. Zombies are just... mindless. Easy to handle. Right?" Right?!
A gust of wind blew through the shrine, causing the tall grass to sway and the loose branches to creak. I jumped at the sound, sword in hand, my eyes darting around the area.
"Okay, not fine. Not fine at all," I muttered under my breath, my eyes looking around nervously.
The closer I got to the shrine's entrance, the heavier the atmosphere beca. It felt like sothing was watching , waiting for the right mont to strike.
I reached the stone steps leading up to the shrine. The carvings on the stone pillars flanking the entrance were ancient, depicting battles long past. Skeletons and decaying warriors were etched into the stone, wielding weapons and magic against unseen foes.
"Of course, it had to be the undead," I grumbled.
The door to the shrine—or rather, the large stone slab blocking the entrance—was covered in faint glowing runes. I hesitated, staring at it for a mont.
Do I really want to go in there?
Answer. No! Definitely not!
A low growl behind snapped out of my thoughts. I whipped around, only to see three skeletal wolves prowling toward from the shadows. Their empty eye sockets glowed faintly with a malevolent light, and their bones rattled with every step.
"Oh, co on!" I groaned.
The wolves didn't wait for to make a move. They lunged all at once, their jaws snapping. I jumped back, narrowly avoiding the first one, and swiped at the second, my sword slicing through its ribcage.
The third wolf tried to flank , but I spun around, slamming my heels into its skull with a satisfying crack.
The first wolf lunged again, but this ti I was ready. With a roar, I slashed it, crushing its skull in one blow. The remaining two wolves hesitated, their glowing eyes dimming slightly.
"Yeah, that's right! Back off!" I shouted, more to bolster my own courage than anything else.
Instead of retreating, the wolves let out a chilling howl. Monts later, the ground around began to stir.
Please not a zombie, Please not a zombie, please not a zombieeeee!!
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Bony hands erged from the dirt, followed by rotting corpses dragging themselves out of their graves.
"Nope! Nope, nope, nope!" I yelped, backing toward the shrine's entrance.
The runes on the stone slab began to glow brighter as I got closer, reacting to my presence. Without thinking, I placed my hand on the surface. The runes flared, and the stone slab slid open with a deep rumble.
I didn't wait to see what horrors the undead outside would unleash. I bolted inside, the door sliding shut behind just as the first zombie reached the steps.
Panting, I leaned against the cold stone wall, my heart pounding in my chest. The interior of the shrine was dark, illuminated only by faint, flickering torches lining the walls. The air was heavy with the sll of dust and mildew, but at least it was free of rotting flesh.
"For now," I muttered, trying to steady my breathing.
I glanced around the chamber, taking in the ancient architecture and the eerie silence. This was it. I had officially entered the dungeon.
And if the undead outside were just the welcoming party, I dreaded what awaited deeper inside.
"Well," I said aloud, forcing a nervous laugh. "No turning back now."
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