One thing had changed in these unchanging cursed lands: there was a new enemy – the undead.

The undead in this dungeon didn’t discriminate, ruthlessly hunting both the soldiers and dihexapedes alike. It was like they were slowly carving out their own territory which would become a no-go zone.

What was odd was that it made no sense why the undead hunted them – they barely had any bones or flesh left; meanwhile the stone soldiers had none, nothing the undead could want – yet they were all culled.