Gray coughed softly, his voice echoing through the hollow, deathly silent building, like ripples spreading over a calm water surface.
He disliked this place, dark and damp, abandoned for who knows how long, with countless particles floating in the air, dust covering the ground, and even a gentle breath felt like sticking foreign objects in the throat, making him nauseous.
Yet Gray had to come here, to complete his work, the work of the Devil.
Gray still remembered how he first arrived in Oubos, back when he was a newcomer in the King's Secret Sword, ambitious, eager to showcase his skills in upcoming missions.
He was truly naive then, without a clear understanding of the world he was stepping into, which was not the gentle training of an academy, but real swords and blood.
"Hoo..."
Gray sighed deeply, the damp air reminding him of that nightmare-like rainy night.
