Capítulo 122: Who Is The True Horror Now? [part 1]

Amidst the vast, gloomy landscapes, the colossal mansion stood as an opulent architectural marvel, yet its former glory was now a haunting reminder of bygone times.

Once magnificent, the opulent edifice had fallen into a sinister ruin, ravaged by decades of neglect. Ivy snaked up the crumbling walls, obscuring the intricate carvings that once adorned the façade.

Windows, once welcoming sunlight, now stood shattered and hollow, their frames twisted and contorted.

The ornate roof, a crown of grandeur, sagged under the weight of time and decay.

As Northern stepped through the dilapidated entrance, an ominous darkness enveloped him, as if sentient shadows guarded the mansion, bidding him to retreat.

'Oh oh... quite strong,' he mused, unfazed by the foreboding atmosphere.

Dust and debris littered the once-pristine halls, the echoes of footsteps reverberating through the cavernous spaces.