Chapter 69: The time for sorrow

The slime goo had been harvested, the dead were in the bag and burning.

Thor was standing there, before all of the adventurers and the nymph and the dragon, and he could feel more than one burning gaze aimed at him.

"They didn't have to die," he started off with the truth. After all, it was owed to the dead. "But they still did. Do you know why?"

Fiona bit her bottom lip. Yelling anything right now would expose her as someone who was against the guild master. And if that was the case, then she was sure that he would kill her.

He swung the sword, or better said, axe, himself. She did not want to die by his hand.

She wanted for him to die by hers.

"Yes, yes!" The World Dungeon whispered in her ear. Not that it needed to give her encouragement. "It's his fault!"

"Because this is the World Dungeon! It is vile, manipulative, and it has never been conquered! They knew the true mission!"