After killing both of the Goblins Leon stepped over their corpses, his skill
He moved forward towards the metal gate cautiously until he noticed an opening in the wall—a room partially hidden in the stone.
Leon opened the gates of the hidden room and a very foul stench hit his nostrils.
"Ugh… smells like rotten meat," Leon muttered, squinting as he stepped inside.
The room was hell.
Five half-eaten corpses hung from iron hooks on the walls. Four of them were already infested—maggots writhing under their tattered skin. But one… it was still fresh.
A young man. Jet-black hairs covering his face.
One of his leg and his right arm gone—hacked off brutally. Charred flesh sealed the stumps.
Two holes pierced into either side of his skull.
