The torch begins to slowly die and with a backup torch, the light gradually returns.

Looking around the wall seeking some torch hanging. And when he turns around, Akatosh's heart burst the moment he saw a skeleton hanging and impaled on a wall.

"I freaking hate this shit!" Akatosh says panting for breath.

Swaying the torch left and right he notices a bunch of kindles sticking on the wall. With a smile of relief, he quickly ignites the torches. All in all, there were only nine out of twenty are working. The rest, however, are already worn down.

The dark force lingering in this void was still arousing his mind. Turning Akatosh to the point that he had to gulp an endurance potion.

After he'd buff himself, a purple-like aura can be seen as he breaths. The atmosphere is different from here enough for the chemicals to react with the potion. With the buff in effect, it was time for him to continue exploring the place.

Before he takes a step, he heard a rustling noise. His hand grips were tightly ready for a toe-to-toe with a foe. And when he waits for a moment to move, *crack-crack* a rustling sound, as if a skeleton is being shaken abruptly.

Stepping for a closer look drawing closer to the source of the sound. His eyes met a skeleton alive, its parts were intact connected. The heads turn 360 degrees the spinal cord crumbles as it turns, enough to freak Akatosh.

Before it can engage, Akatosh hastily smashes his head separating it from its skeletal body.

With the head remove Akatosh was hoping that it was already done. But still, the skeletal body move on its own rampantly clubbing every corner left and right, up and down.

"The hell with this!?" Akatosh shout trying to find a timing to smash its spinal cord that connects its upper body and its lower parts.

Hands are shaking, grips are tightening. And with the right timing, he swings the club desolating the spinal cord, dividing the headless skeleton into half. The bones still moving but it was already helpless. To fully end the battle, Akatosh stomps the bones breaking them into pieces. It was enough to stop the moving skeleton.

Smashing the club to the head of the skeleton, crushing the skull. The mace was still in good qualities so Akatosh takes the weapon.

Three hours had passed and within the dungeon. Noise can be heard as bones were being smash. Spinning rampantly whir-winding the mace crushing and smashing the skeletons. Smacking what's left from the skeleton.

Fighting an undead was enough to give him a few knowledge and tricks on how to dispose of these types of monsters.

As fortune favors the bold, Akatosh manages to loot another weapon. A small shield with twenty-inch in diameter. The shield was old and rusted but still good for blocking medium and light attacks and good for parrying.

As he heads deeper, skeletons grow in numbers not just human skeletons but some are different. The structure was odd that of gnolls and other types of monsters.

And halfway into the dungeon the skeleton slowly changes into a walking corpse.

"What's next a necromancer," he says as he charges through the undead.

Their smell of rotten flesh disgusts Akatosh affecting his concentration. From there, he rips out a few clothes for a mask.

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Moving the torch, the traveler was looking for something that will filter the smell. By luck, he spots moss growing on the stone. The fluffiness and moisture were good for covering the scent of the smelling dead carcasses.

"I hate this place!" he implores, walking towards one peculiar hallway.

A crumbled entrance door desolated as if being ram by some hordes of monsters. What's more, the smell of the dead were even more intense. A light can be seen illuminating the room.

As Akatosh stays at the corner of the entrance, peaking. He saw a pile of dead carcasses werewolves, snakes, gnolls, and other monsters in a state of decay. It was an unbearable smell of rotting corpses that even the help of his mask couldn't withstand the smell.

It's been hours has he been fighting the undead that the effect of the potion begins to take effect. In the last stand, Akatosh brings out another endurance potion.

"What the heck, might as well survive this place," Akatosh says hesitantly to drink the potion.

His body is now in heat he feels his muscles bulging ready to burst. And finally, blood begins to drool. In a dilemma but still, the potion's advantage was greatly in effect. Wiping the blood, he slowly walks towards the open room full of corpses ignoring the smell.

Within the chamber of the room, there was a large tree drilling its root from the tainted water. The ceiling had a hole that enables the light to shine through the corpses. The water was different it wasn't black or gray, but it was blood as red. The blood was no joke; it didn't just splatter like normal blood would do instead it was being absorbed through the roots of the tree.

"Ahhhh…. Who… enters here?" A disemboweled voice echoing within the room.

The moment a voice calls, Akatosh was in tremor yet he didn't utter a single word.

"I-I can feel… your presence." Said the voice within this room.

Akatosh's mouth was silent, he was thinking to burn this corpse to ashes before they could be animated.

The rotten corpse was dried and there was a little bit of oil excreting from the corpses. Ignoring the voice, he silently put the corpses in flames. And little by little the fire slowly engulfs the corpses spreading in minutes.

"YOU DARE! I WILL SHOW YOU WHAT DEATH TRULY MEANS WHILE I SUCK THE BLOOD OF YOUR CORPSE!" Said the voice coming from the tree. It was now more vocal and aggressive.

"Try me if you can bitch!" Akatosh shout, intimidating the enemy.

And for his intimacy, skeletons and corpses begins to rise from the dead.

"DIE!" said the voice from the tree.

Dropping the torch, Akatosh draws out the weightless sword. "We'll see then."

Leaping through a great high, and while the dead are slowly animated Akatosh quickly stomps their body. Same as last time smashing the spinal cord connecting the body and the legs was enough to bring it down. The undead is still alive yet they are useless when Akatosh was cutting them in half.

The mace on his right was used for the undead skeleton while on the left was a weightless sword still sharp enough to decapitate the walking dried corps.

Before he could be surrounded, Akatosh jumps as high as he can be stepping the head of the enemy to gain a long-distance leap avoiding the surrounding attacks. Slashing, smashing while doing acrobats a walking gnoll corps slash its swords. But with the help of the shield tighten to his arms, Akatosh was able to parry the attack.

Locking the head of the skeleton Akatosh quickly kick the lower spinal cord and forcefully removing the head. After he'd decapitated the head, he then flung the head at his enemy.

A fight of one for all and aggressively diving his weapons as it slowly grinds the hordes of undead. His legs are already injured from the cut of the blade. His body is now taking the side effect of the buff. But it wasn't enough to bring him down as he continuously bathing in fighting.

The fire burns the corps dramatically, the voice from the tree is now a fret towards Akatosh.

"WHY WON'T YOU DIE!"

"I WAS ALREADY DEAD," Akatosh says while holding his injuries.

Panting heavily to see only seven foes are now left. Slowly they step forward, Akatosh hands begins to lose energy. The weight of the mace is now doubled unable to swing a move. And before he could drop the mace, he gathers some strength. He hurdles the mace hitting one undead.

Before they could rip him apart, a female voice was heard.

"Let thy call the grace of protection… border!" It was Sheila and her friends who came to the rescue.

A ray of light came to the dying man and with a smile, Akatosh yields. With a shaking leg, he fell collapse to his knee letting Sheila and her friends do the cleaning. "The tree, destroy the tree," Akatosh says, still holding the weightless sword unable to let it for it was a treasure to him.

"Got it." A voice replies to his words.

And when they arrive at his rescue he collapsed on the bloody water.

"NOOOO! YOU CAN'T" said the tree panicking for its life, as Sei, Reith, and Sheila easily finished the seven undead.