The scent of stone, moss, and dried blood filled the surroundings. Dripping water coming from an unknown source fell into the corner of the room. While a streak of light entered through the smallest of cracks, it provided illumination. The room was still dark, yet there was a warmth that could strangely be felt.
Outside the room, there were myriads guarding the room, spread out everywhere, all the while not letting their ghoulish captors notice that they were specifically guarding it.
Then a myriad woman with white-pink hair, black horns, and fair complexion entered the hall with a bucket of water in her hands and some dry rags and clothes.
She passed by some of the guards, who were talking to other myriads who had no affiliation with their group and who had just arrived.
"Hey, is that really the one?" a longtime livestock asked.
"Yes, he is. We have been through thick and thin. He was the one who gave us hope in our time of need," the survivor myriad replied.
