Chapter 257 - A Taste of Necromancy

Ludwig was standing in the middle of the dungeon chamber, catching his breath needlessly after the intense battle with the Werebats, when he suddenly sensed movement behind him. He turned around quickly to see where the noise was coming from, and what he saw would make a man's blood turn cold. A pack of those strange black wolves with obsidian-colored fur had managed to climb their way into the spire through the various massive holes and cracks high up in the spire walls. The creatures were now leaping down from their perches, landing gracefully on the stone floor of the cleared dungeon area. As they moved toward Ludwig with clear hostile intent, their mouths hung open, dripping thick strands of saliva, while deep growls rumbled from their throats - the kind of terrifying sounds that would make any normal person's hair stand on end.