A thick and overwhelming smell of blood suddenly invaded his nostrils.
Underfoot, a peculiar sensation of soft mixed with hard came.
"What is it?"
Abi instinctively looked down.
He saw a goblin's severed arm, as if reaching out from the muddy ground, sagging by his leg.
In an instant, he felt a chill rush up from his tailbone to his head, shivering all over, and kicked the severed limb away.
And only until now.
Reflecting the faint glow of fungi between the wrinkles of the stone wall and the flames not yet completely extinguished.
Abi finally saw it, located at the deepest part of the nest.
Those countless fragmented corpses immersed in the pus and blood.
A pungent smell of blood so thick it seemed to turn the air crimson, white bone fragments piercing from the flesh, soft and steaming entrails, skulls with dull eyes rolling like pebbles on the roadside...
A layer of ghastly white covered his face instantly.
