"Never mind," he said as he walked toward the door.
He leaned closer and whispered something to the knight, who nodded silently. A moment later, Avelvion called for her to follow him. The two of them made their way toward the basement, with Olivia taking the lead. She raised a finger to her lips, signaling him to stay quiet to avoid drawing attention.
When they arrived, Olivia pushed the basement door open slowly. A long creak echoed through the silence as the door gave way. Avelvion looked at her, stunned, while their footsteps echoed against the old wooden stairs as they descended.
Olivia glanced around. Nothing had changed. The damp scent of soil and rotting grass still clung heavily to the air, thick and suffocating.
Avelvion froze, his expression tightening as he took in the filthy underground. This place was far from the world he was used to.
"Ugh… what is this smell?" he muttered,
