Phield left a few Greatsword Warriors to stand guard.
As they descended into the basement, a thick stench of preservatives rushed at them.
Frowning, Phield covered his nose and mouth with his hand, casting a puzzled glance at Adrian, whose face was twisted with madness.
"Hahaha! Behold all of this—my carefully crafted masterpieces. I've been waiting for this moment for a long time!"
Adrian burst into hysterical laughter.
"Holy shit!"
The moment they stepped inside, everyone was stunned.
In the central hall of the basement, corpses were arranged in grotesque poses. On both sides were prison cells, where a group of women—tortured beyond recognition—were being held. The entire scene was as bloody and horrifying as hell itself. For a moment, no one even knew what to say.
"You sick freak. I knew something was wrong with you."
