Chapitre 118: Preparation(3)

"Lower your voice and wait here," Desmond commanded Laura firmly, his voice carrying a note of authority. He disappeared into the underground, leaving Laura eager with anticipation. The forbidden allure of what lay beyond compelled her, yet she remained at the boundary, well aware of the unspoken rule that bound all maids in Desmond's house.

As Desmond descended into the depths of the underground, his eyes widened in astonishment. "What the hell?" he exclaimed, his voice echoing through the cavernous passageway. The once sturdy rock had transformed into a viscous brownish-black mud, clinging to the walls like clay instead of the familiar brick. Weeds now carpeted the floor, claiming their territory.

The realization struck Desmond forcefully, his mind grappling with the repercussions of his ritual. "I only left it for one night," he muttered incredulously. The consequences of his actions had extended far beyond his expectations.