Chapter 112: Poking a Corpse

*Whimpers*

Wolfie is acting fearful for some reason.

I reach out and pat her head and give a reassuring smile.

No matter what awaits inside we will be fine. It cannot be worse than a bone dragon, right?

I carefully step inside. There are no light sources inside but somehow, we can still discern the surroundings. There is a soft red glow surrounding the area, the same color as the moon once again. If I had to say it seems like the fog doesn't affect this place at all.

How peculiar.

Everything seems surreal. It takes me a few seconds to figure out what it is. This place gives both an ancient vibe and yet a pristine one. As if there were servants actively caring for it, but no one is seen. So far it seems empty. Way too empty.

The walls are decorated with various paintings giving it all a regal feeling. Whoever lives or lived here is doing well financially. I wonder if this place used to be some empire? Perhaps it got overrun by the undead?