As the light of the teleportation faded, I opened my eyes and found myself standing before a massive stone door, half-covered in moss. The air around me was heavy and cold, as if welcoming each visitor with whispers of death. Above the door, ancient carvings with unknown symbols glowed faintly, hinting that this place had been abandoned for a very long time.
I took a deep breath or at least tried to, though my lungs no longer worked like those of an ordinary human. Just a reflex, a habit not yet fully discarded. I exhaled slowly, attempting to calm the tension creeping in, even though my body no longer felt nervous in quite the same way.
Behind me stood three figures werewolf zombies who accompanied me. They weren't ordinary undead; each had once been a powerful individual. A seasoned receptionist, the wife of a guild leader, and the guild leader himself a true lycan. Now, they were my subordinates, an elite combat force ready to explore this dungeon at my side.
