As for the slaves, they were no longer able to dismiss the stories of the boy. The lurking things in the darkness. The whispers, the shadows, everything that the boy said was true.
There was something really here, and it was after all of them.
Alarms erupted throughout Level Two. The piercing sirens and red flares could be seen and heard all around.
Squads and squads of armored guards and even knights descended down from Level One and headed to stop the anomaly.
However, once they dived inside the darkness, they never returned.
People kept vanishing without any trace.
Humans always feared the unknown, and in a place like Level Two where darkness was everywhere, it was all the more profound.
Terror took hold, and panic started spreading everywhere.
.
Somewhere within Level Two, inside the communal space, only a handful of slaves remained. A few adults, some trembling children, and the boy.
One of the remaining adults, a large man with hollow eyes, clenched his fists.
