Chapitre 149: City of Debauchery

Behind the ancient door, darkness awaited.

A stench of piss, decay, smoke, and alcohol lingered in the stagnant air.

'Ugh, shit!' Ambrose covered his nose and mouth with his hand, trying to block out the foul odor.

He then slowly approached the darkness, moving one step at a time. When he crossed the threshold, the door automatically shut down, trapping him in the darkness.

As panic started to kick in, dusty lanterns lit up the mountain walls while slowly chasing away the eerie darkness.

The foul odor still occupied the stagnant air, but Ambrose soon realized that the stench was coming from somewhere else.

He began to follow the path of the lanterns and soon came across an old minecart standing on top of the rickety tracks. The tracks led deeper into the underground, uncertain of where they would ultimately lead.