#97. The Ancient Wraith

The forgotten ancient fortress had come back to life once more.

The ferocious creatures who had survived the disaster fled into the darkness in fear, and the masters of the Deep Floor labyrinths locked themselves in, refusing to take a single step outside.

Both the creatures outside the labyrinths and the mighty Dukes inside the labyrinths were terrified of the same thing.

It was only natural for them to act that way. From the Dukes’ perspective, it was as if the very enemy they had torn to pieces and scattered all across the Underworld had reappeared as a wraith, and there was no way they could feel at ease.

Moreover, the resurrected ancient fortress was filled with hatred and wrath. The fortress continued to wail incessantly with a terrible cry, and the new Einherjar, the new residents of Valhǫll, cried along with the fortress.

“Mhmm.”

Angela appeared at the center of the fortress, frowning at the cries that seemed to suck away at her soul. Despite having ascended to the rank of Highlord and having a steadfast spirit, the roar of the mad fortress and its residents continued to ring unpleasantly in her ears.

But she had no...