Looking up at the monolithic, decaying entrance, a slow, predatory smile spread across his scarred face.
The place emitted a suffocating, evil energy that brought back a wave of dark nostalgia from his early days in this realm.
Shifting his weight, he used his Phantom Steps to glide soundlessly inside, tracking the thickest, most putrid concentrations of demonic energy wafting through the corridors.
Deep within the subterranean levels of the ruin, the silence was broken by a low, guttural growl and the sickening, wet squelching sounds of raw flesh being violently torn apart.
It sounded like a ravenous, wild animal tearing into a fresh kill.
Shen Yu rounded a sharp, stone corner, his heavy boots making no sound on the blood-slicked floor.
A few paces ahead, a figure sat hunched over in the dirt, his back turned to the entrance.
The man was dressed in filthy, tattered rags, his unwashed hair haggard and matted with dried gore as his shoulders heaved with every desperate bite.
