The chief of the Grayhounds arrived in front of the stairway to the dungeon, through which all he could hear were screams. Panic rose within him, as he wondered just what was happening inside.
He had heard there was a strong intruder, but these screams…
He had sent so many of his people inside. Were they doing fine?
A stream of people ran out, trampling over each other, not even looking at the chief as they ran past him.
"What? What's going on?" the chief shouted, but none dared to remain a single moment longer.
The chief was astounded. These were proud warriors that would never run away, no matter how strong the opponent. What had gotten them this shaken?
The chief grabbed one of the last men that came out, limping slowly. "What is going on in there?"
"E-Extolite! He killed them all."
"WHAT?! Extolite?" the chief looked toward the door, smelling the horrible stench of blood coming through it. He feared now just how many of his people had died there.
