Lancelot's heart sank. There were too many prisoners around, and the other party had not revealed any killing intent before speaking, so his Spirit Perception sensed nothing.
His companions, seasoned adventurers, immediately turned their heads towards the source of the voice the moment it sounded. They had expected to see an ugly old crone dressed in crude, dirty, tattered clothing adorned with decorations made from bones, intestines, and dead animals—a witch. Rumor had it that these witches were masters of Magic, wielding countless dark arts beyond ordinary people's imagination, fully capable of explaining the various eerie phenomena in the dungeon. Moreover, according to what everyone saw in the Prophecy Magic, it was indeed the witch who had stolen old Bruto's soul and brought it to this dreadful realm.
