Chapter 178 Book 4 Rise and Fall
The dimly lit corridors of the secret passage twisted in endless turns beneath the king's castle. The damp stone walls bore the weight of centuries, dripping moisture onto the cold ground. The flickering torch lights along the walls barely pierced the suffocating darkness. The air was thick with the scent of blood, decay, and something far more unnatural.
Prince Hao Sojin ran, his breath ragged, his once-elegant robes torn and drenched in sweat. His heartbeat pounded in his ears, drowning out all sound except the guttural roars behind him. The sound of tearing flesh, the gurgled screams of his once-loyal guards, and the crunching of bone—those sounds would never leave him. His men had been slaughtered like cattle, their bodies discarded by the abominations that hunted him now.
