No Rest For The Wicked
As he raised his hand above his view, he could see the small cuts left from the rodent humanoid earlier still present on his fingers.
This wasn't the usual way things had gone, at least in recent times.
My Undying Blood…It's not working, he thought, Is it suppressed down here like my magic and system? Is it gone? Is this not my normal body? I still don't know anything. I need answers–and now.
Finally deciding to get back up, he found himself in a peculiar room, kept barely illuminated by a single candlestick on the ground, harboring a flickering, orange flame and a note beside it.
A note? He noticed.
The metallic flooring wasn't present in the roomy chamber, instead replaced by grimy, cracked stone that was left with lifeless overgrowth of a black shade.
As he knelt down by the note left in the center of the room, he found three other objects beside it: a rusty dagger, a flimsy bow, and a quiver holding a dozen arrows.