An Extra’s POV

'Impressive…'

The hall they stepped into was unspeakably huge—at least twice as spacious as that of the Ground Floor.

Rey felt like a tiny speck of dust in the overwhelmingly large expanse. It nearly reminded him of when he and his classmates first arrived in the Domain of God and were welcomed by Seraph.

That place was much larger—not even by a small margin—than the room he was currently in, but the mere fact that he was reminded of the Domain of God just by stepping inside proved how incredible the sheer scale of the place was.

It wasn't just big too. The entire room had a pristine sense to it, despite looking ancient.

Unlike the other Zones that looked unkempt and abandoned, this place seemed tidy and well-kept… all things considered.

You would expect that it would be next to impossible to keep such a large hall clean at all times, but just one look at the immaculate grandeur of the room spat in the face of that.

It had marble-like flooring, with a dark purple glow reflected on it from the chandeliers that hung from the ceiling.

The room was well-lit, with several candles the size of torches hanging all around the walls. Stained glass decorated the walls with their outstanding art, and the ceiling had murals that seemed ethereal etched upon them.

There was something holy and sublime about the hall's appearance, despite the corrupted Mana that pervaded the air and everything about it.

Only one thing ruined this sight, though.

A couple of meters—at the most ten—from where Rey and his comrades stood, there was a figure that lay on the floor.

It looked like a human, but its naked and emaciated form looked more like a miserable Undead than an actual flesh and blood man. The entire corpse was wrung dry of life, shriveled up until even its bones seemed too tiny to be considered possible.

This 'thing' couldn't be called a human, and anyone who saw it would have thought the same.

But… everyone who witnessed the body from their distance could not just dismiss it.

froze and shuddered at the sight. Some

had

the outfit that the mere husk of a man donned. The Equipment, despite looking so aged, was too

silence that dominated the entire space, someone asked the question that many were too afraid to utter out

Is that

Yes. Yes, it was.

face greatly resembled that of Richard, even

them knew the

"H-he's… dead…?"

"H-how…?"

But to

"Guildmaster…."

all of this noise but

than let his mind be filled with so much noise, he narrowed his eyes and observed the

is literally oozing with Miasma. If he went in through that entrance, chances are that he

would Guildmaster Richard choose to enter such a Miasma-dense zone after getting infected just from touching the

sense, unless I take into account

much for him,

enter such a place when he knows the inevitable

the Guildmaster, and he had to pick his poison,

chance against enemies that he could see. Plus, killing a couple would probably

most painful way possible; powerlessly feeling as your body got overrun with corruption, causing your body to cease all

of death,

~SWOOSH~

the Guilmaster's corpse floated towards the group of Adventurers, as his body was

work of the girl who

turned and smiled

to him, allowing the Guildmaster's body to drop