Serey slipped through the crowd with Bode and Wei'Er, closely following behind Bologue; the Undying Club was only this large, and they didn't know where Bologue was rushing to, but soon Serey understood.
Bologue dashed along the straight corridor, attempting to reach the corridor's end.
The corridor has no end, this is a fact known to every Undead; Serey had spent months moving forward but still couldn't reach the door at the end.
What's behind the door? Who lives there?
For so many years, the Undead had discussed this countless times, but there was never a definite answer.
"Is this related to that door?" Serey murmured.
Bologue's steps were so firm, it was as if he was certain that this strange incident was related to the door and the one behind it. Serey felt an inexplicable chill and fear, as if witnessing a grand revelation.
In the next moment, Serey's breath halted.
The Undead following behind Bologue all stopped, holding their breath one after another.
