Akatosh turns the stone tablets and through his action the round slab twists and turns revealing a dark stairway made of stones. He took a small glimpse to know if a person might be waiting for an ambush. And it was all but silence Akatosh could hear.

Slowly stepping his toe, descending through the hell hole. His boots create a thud sound.

Lingering in the dungeon, to be sneaky is all the what it takes to wriggle yourself into the enemies' belly. So Akatosh decided to remove the boots stuffing them into the bag.

As his foot touches the ice-cold stone, shiver the floor would be ice-cold. He turns around to see if Riya was there, out of relief she chooses the wise decision indeed.

Akatosh's hands touched the cold surface of the wall, gliding the rough slabs of stone. He initially felt a rope hanging. Realizing it connects the mechanism that opens the stone slab, he slowly and steadily pulls the rope down. Dragging down the rope, the stone slowly starts closing. And the noise it creates was weak too weak to be heard by someone lingering in this place.

Masking his presence, darkness squint at every corner of Akatosh's surroundings. Avoiding a person as he could Akatosh muffles his sound while walking and sticking with the dark. Long and wide the corridors stretch no more than fifteen meters.

Not long he saw a very dim light and slowly as he walks, Akatosh kept his sense fully in operational. There was no noise, or tone, or a voice that can be heard so Akatosh resume the pace.

After reaching the far end of the corridor he came across a room with an area of approximately five square meters of its measurement. Torches were sticking to the wall but only a few to light the dark.

The room branches itself into four long and dark corridors making it more complicated for Akatosh to choose from. Before he could step out in the dark, Akatosh heard faint footsteps coming from afar.

Stepping backward he quickly lingers through the darkness, hiding in observation. Two men slowly appear conversing to themselves,

"Gahh… I hate being ordered by that man!"

"We should better hurry before his anger gets to us!"

"Bahh… I should better gut him first after that beating, he did to me!"

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"C'mon as if you can, he could roast you to death before you could move an inch." The man laughs.

"That disgusting killer child lover!"

Their hands were covered in blood and what they wear was not cult cloth but rather different commoners' clothing.

Akatosh's hopes fade, if they would wear the same clothing, he could borrow one either through killing or not.

"This might be a tough one," Akatosh says, after seeing those two smeared in blood.

Without pause Akatosh had already decided. Through curiosity, he takes where the two people came, and hurriedly he goes.

The way wasn't a straight path but rather a maze-like one. Very few torches light the corridors, yet the more he steps, a smell that Akatosh couldn't explain gush out.

"Gahh!" Akatosh let out a breath of disgust.

Nearly to the end, Akatosh heard a rustle of someone operating a body. Not a noise he made he quickly hides through the darkness as close to where the sound came. Leading to a room he saw a door half-closed. The lights in that room were brighter than those of torches but the smell was too much. Though the smell from his last fight was even worst so he manages to fortified the smell.

While hiding through the dark walls hoping to see what's there. Mistakenly Akatosh accidentally glides his sword to the wall.

"Damn…" Akatosh reckons.

"Is that you… hurry up and bring it here! I don't want any delay because of your stupidity!" The man responds

"Shiii… I'm saved." Akatosh sigh in relief.

Taking a glimpse to see who the person was. For his very eyes, a horrifying sight burns through his eyes. Corpses of children are preserved and stack at every corner of the room. Dozens of them are freshly killed or murdered. They were all children, some are humans, some are none humans, some are elves and dwarfs.

One man seems to be operating his victims, as liters of blood fall through the ground and what's more, the inside of the dead person was ruptured and remove. Drench in blood the tiles so does the man.

As the man butchers the person Akatosh couldn't tell what the person is, since the man hinders his view. Assuming it was a child he moves to regains his composure. Luckily, the man didn't face the door while working.

Seeing the horrifying sight, kidneys and organs were splattered at every place Akatosh vomit like never before.

"You dare to puke here!" The man said busy doing his things.

Still vomiting Akatosh manage to get a hold of himself and quickly starts dashing towards the man.

"I had enough of this!" The man turns around to cast some spell but already facing my death ready to reap his life. Fire starts to emit his hand, but all was at loss as Akatosh pierce the short sword to his mouth rupturing his brain and even going to his skull.

With the strength of the potion, Akatosh didn't let it end as he decapitates his head in swift rage. Before the man could fall to the ground. Enrage, Akatosh quickly upper-slash his stomach. Gutting his inside until the tip of the sword reaches his heart. As anger and rage fuel the hand Akatosh bury the sword to his stomach. Cutting upwards he let the blade slice his body and tore open his chest even cutting his ribs.

Blood spurting out from his headless neck showering Akatosh in red thick blood. Panting heavily, he initially backs away from the room hiding in the darkness once again.

"I'm going to burn this place to the ground. I'm going to cut these people."