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.

at the sight. Some covered their mouths in

them had

mere husk of a man donned. The Equipment, despite looking so aged, was too conspicuous for

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

that

Yes. Yes, it was.

resembled that of Richard,

of them

"H-he's… dead…?"

"H-how…?"

Poisoning? But to this

"Guildmaster…."

this

his mind be filled with so much noise, he

in through that entrance,

any sense? Why would Guildmaster Richard choose to enter such a Miasma-dense zone after getting infected just from touching the door

no sense, unless I take into account the Greater

for him, so he decided to escape. That explained the damage that

would enter such a

to pick his poison,

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

way possible; powerlessly feeling as your body got overrun with corruption, causing your body to cease all function and collapse in

could imagine the worst kinds of death,

~SWOOSH~

flow of wind, the Guilmaster's corpse floated towards the group of Adventurers, as his body was supported by what resembled

the work of the girl who stood closest to

He turned and smiled

response to him, allowing the Guildmaster's body to drop in