The headache became more intense until a certain figure appeared before his eyes.
It was a woman in a white long dress, her face delicate, her eyes tender yet tinged with a hint of shyness.
"Welcome back…"
Beside the woman, there was a little girl, about eight or nine years old, with two horn-like braids, who leapt towards him, tickling with her braids.
In the image, the two were happily saying something, but at this moment, the frail figure in the darkness felt like his head was being split open by an axe, unable to hear any sounds.
Huff huff huff-------
All that remained was the sound of panting like a beast.
"Heh heh, this kid is really afraid of dying, got scared this easily?"
The dungeon was filled once more with reckless jeers.
As the panting slowed, the frail figure's whole body was trembling, but his eyes became even more resolute, unshakable as a mountain, his skeletal fingers clenched tightly, making cracking sounds.
"Who are they?"
