Tik, Tik—
[00: 59: 58]
The room was silent.
Neither party moved.
A pair of black eyes fixed on the figure before him, her smile stretching unnaturally across her face as bodies continued to collapse beside them.
Thud! Thud!
Thirteen, twelve, eleven..
The number of cultists in the room started to dwindle with each passing second, the old woman's smile stretching further and further. The pressure emanating from her body also increased as Seth's black eyes remained fixed on her.
And eventually—
Thud!
The last cultist fell, their face squirming before fading.
"....."
A heavy silence pressed across the room, the flames from the candles flickering.
The silence pressed on until the old lady's lips parted.
"....Oh? What an interesting quest. You've got about an hour to escape?"
The voice was hoarse, but the moment the words came out of its mouth, the tension lingering across the room heightened.
"Hmm."
The smile on the old lady twisted further.
