Ray appeared in a hallway.
was so tight that only two people could walk side by side.
Out of nowhere, words written in deep, blood-red color floated before Ray's eyes.
[Escape the Monster Palace.]
He advanced cautiously, his footsteps echoing faintly against the stone floor.
A few moments later, he came across a skeleton.
Its bones were clean white as it was scraped free of flesh long ago by the lord of the monster palace, showcasing the end Ray would face if he were to succumb to the danger of this place.
A cracked helmet covered half its skull, and its empty sockets glowed faintly with pale blue light. In its bony hand, it gripped a rusted cleaver, jagged along the edge but still sharp enough to kill.
The skeleton twitched, then lunged over, cleaver slicing through the air straight toward him.
Ray metallified his hand and slashed out.
Clang!
