As Dragon Spirit stepped into the corridor behind the Cold Iron Gate, whispers coiled around him, sounding like curses, cries, and roars...
The stone walls of the corridor were engraved with countless ancient and intricate totems and murals. Even without light, Dragon Spirit could clearly see the totems.
Clearly, these were scenes of a tribe performing sacrificial rituals. The sacrifices included various animals, and naturally, humans engraved with slave totems.
Dragon Spirit never thought he had empathy for humans, but seeing the murals filled with humans being used as sacrifices, he felt a slight discomfort.
This corridor, never touched by sunlight, was bone-chillingly cold, along with the whispers constantly lingering in his ears.
Dragon Spirit's eyes dimmed suddenly, and he shouted angrily, "Disperse!"
A raging firelight flew deeper into the corridor, and the whispers vanished instantly, even the chilling sensation faded significantly.
