Bab 448: Memories Broken

'Closer… Listen… Hear it… Understand it…' approaching a door, one really needed to stretch their sense of hearing to the utmost limit, forget all other senses to get a chance at eavesdropping.

The walls were thick, and were constructed to prevent such actions, the doors were the same, and even if a room was open, someone, anyone that was not within the chamber would struggle to even make out white noise, the blessing of death's silence rippled throughout all undead buildings.

But thankfully, this effect was not as potent when it came to the dead themselves, garbed in pure white, golden decorations lining the uniform, a certain headless corpse attempted to listen attentively to discussion in between two undeads who outranked him, he did not get here right at the beginning, much too worried to arouse suspicion otherwise, the headhunter could not hope to go unnoticed when tailing the battle-hungry champion, he had waited for him to go inside before making any move.