The moment the Dread Duchess stepped into the passage, the air changed as it thickened. Its process was slow at first and then crushing, like invisible mud dragging at her breath.
At that moment, a stench rolled out of the dark ahead of her, not merely foul, but wrong as it was the smell of death that had forgotten to die. Her nose twitched beneath the veil, a slight but visible frown creasing her expression.
"It's the corruption of Death Qi, and it's already corrupted to this degree?" She muttered, her tone edged with disdain and disgust.
The deeper she descended, the heavier it became, and the walls wept with black condensation, and the light of her abyssal Qi pushed back a mist so dense it felt alive.
At that moment, a memory pressed into her mind as her frown deepened, 'It's the same prickling crawl I felt from that imposter's body when he chose suicide over interrogation…'
