Chapter 800 Self-Destruct System

• A cool breeze whispered. Night pooled like ink. A round moon hung high.
• The old castle, once quiet as a graveyard, now stood with its gates flung wide. One figure after another bolted for the open ground, stumbling and scrambling like a beast had broken loose inside, terror chewing through their nerves.
• Bodies littered the place inside and out, tossed in crooked heaps. Blood ran everywhere—shocking, raw, thick in the air like a butcher’s shop. The stench made you gag. The whole castle felt like a dead city.