Yes, some of us had taken things.
Countless gold, gems, diamonds… trinkets and treasures were torn from this sacred city without hesitation, without reverence, without knowing, or caring, what it truly was.
Just loot to them, just another dungeon haul.
But now… now I was panicking.
Shit!
My chest tightened. My breath came in shallow gasps.
Because we weren't just in danger.
We were damned.
Thousands of us now knelt in utter silence—every adventurer from the dungeon, summoned and dropped like insects at the feet of this being.
This god.
No one moved, no one dared make a sound.
Even breathing felt dangerous—like the air itself was watching.
The silence hung heavy, like a noose, wrapped around our necks, tightening with every second, soaked not just with fear, but guilt, drenched in it.
And then…
He laughed.
Low at first, then got louder and louder. A deep, rumbling chuckle that echoed across the golden chamber like distant thunder rolling across a storm-dark sky.
