Now… I hated Belladonna. I knew that what she had done was a crime!
Even if Pan was the end product.
But the dungeon cores acted strange…
"Oh, Sylvan! What do you need, man? When are we going to storm the World Tree?" That was Wrath.
With a charming name like that, one wouldn't expect him to be hugging me. He was the Dungeon Core of the Dungeon of Horror.
Aron was sitting in a corner with wide eyes. Sure, he was Belladonna's former boss mob, but Wrath was Wrath.
"Provide us with food, and we march together!" Wrath pressed my cheek against his chiseled chest.
Honestly, if it were just Wrath coming to my side, the war would have still been won.
But it wasn't just Wrath.
"Yeah! How dare that…!" I could see that Drusilla, the Dungeon Core of the Dungeon of Pain, wanted to use a word which either started with 'b' or 'r'.
I didn't know which one I could have been able to stomach to hear…