Chapter Seven: Dungeon of the Forgotten
The entrance to the dungeon yawned open before them, a jagged tear in the earth spewing cold mist.
Above it, a flickering sign read:
[Dungeon: Crypt of the Forgotten (Level 5-10)]
[Warning: Mortality Rate — 89%]
Crow adjusted his gloves casually. Seraphina floated behind him, blade drawn, expression sharper than a razor.
No hesitation.
The moment they stepped inside, the temperature plunged.
Rows of broken coffins lined the cracked stone halls.
Ghostly wails echoed in the darkness.
A normal player would panic.
Crow smiled.
"Seraphina," he said calmly. "Sweep the front. I'll raise whatever you leave behind."
"Yes, Master," she whispered, vanishing into the gloom like a nightmare given form.
The first enemy appeared: a hulking skeletal knight, chains dragging from its arms.
It never even had time to swing.
Seraphina blinked in front of it, her blade slicing once — a perfect, clean stroke.
The knight collapsed instantly, its soul ripped from its bones.
Crow extended his hand, fingers splayed.
"Rise."
The dead knight shuddered, then stood — not with the mindless aggression of a wild undead, but with precision and clarity.
Crow's undead were different.
He was a Sovereign, not a peasant necromancer.
More monsters poured from the shadows — ghost hounds, wraith archers, bloated corpse mages.
Crow walked calmly through them, each step bringing death and new soldiers to his side.
Raise.
Command.
Expand.
Seraphina danced through the chaos like a living blade, every kill adding to Crow's growing army.
By the time they reached the second floor, the dungeon's ambient mist had turned black, thick with the presence of the dead now under Crow's banner.
He checked the map:
Boss room, just ahead.
Crow didn't slow.
Inside, a towering figure waited — a Crypt Lord, twisted and crowned in rotted bone, wielding a colossal hammer.
It roared, shaking the chamber.
Crow lifted a single hand.
Seraphina flashed forward, striking its kneecap.
The Crypt Lord stumbled.
At the same time, Crow used Bloodline Reversion.
The corpse army behind him began to shimmer, their bodies mutating slightly — stronger, faster, tougher.
An army enhanced by primal death energy.
The Crypt Lord tried to raise its hammer again —
Crow activated Eye of Insight.
He saw it.
The weakness: a hairline crack along the Lord's left rib, invisible to the normal eye.
Crow pointed.
"Break it."
Seraphina didn't hesitate.
She warped forward in a burst of mist and drove her blade precisely into the crack.
A sound like thunder ripped through the dungeon.
The Crypt Lord collapsed, its entire frame shattering into dust.
[ Dungeon Cleared: Crypt of the Forgotten ]
[ Rewards: 2,000 Gold, Crypt Lord's Regalia (Epic), Soul Core x3 ]
Crow caught the floating rewards lazily with one hand.
Seraphina knelt before him again, head bowed deeply.
"Master... please," she whispered.
Crow tilted his head slightly.
She looked up, cheeks glowing faintly in ghostly blue.
"...More pats."
Crow chuckled under his breath.
Without a word, he placed his hand on her head once again, giving her seven slow, deliberate pats this time.
Seraphina glowed even brighter, like a child who had finally found a place to belong.
Behind them, the dead stood in perfect, silent rows — a kingdom of corpses waiting for their king's next command.
Crow's kingdom.
His alone.
Chapter Seven End