"Good," he whispered to himself quietly, voice drowned out by the noise. "Then let's make this hell worthy of them."
Kaiden's work continued in silence.
He moved deeper, carving out multiple chokeholds, narrow tunnels that suddenly opened into vast, yawning caverns. To a normal adventurer, they might look like welcome breaks in the suffocating dark. A place to rest, to gather breath. But, of course, Kaiden wasn't running a charity over here. Whatever kind of system governed the dungeons didn't force upon him anything such as breathing rooms between monster encounters.
Despite many other dungeons he's been in or heard about having some of these. Not necessarily dedicated safe zones, just places where no monsters or other hazards bothered the invading awakened.
He would have no such place.
These chambers were slaughterhouses.
