But the sticky and foul stench that wafted into his nostrils with each breath made him frown, feeling even more nauseated in his heart.
Finally, at the dimly lit end of the long tunnel, a faint glow appeared.
He could vaguely hear the crackling of flames burning wood, along with the excited shrieks of goblins.
His heart pounded fiercely, the tension from being highly focused allowing him to hear the rushing flow of blood in his veins.
With a strong sense of purpose, as if to confirm something.
His eyes first turned to the only light source in the cave—the bonfire.
There was no boiling red iron pot that made him nauseous, nor were there any limbs resembling those of intelligent beings.
Above the orange-red flames, a small deer-like beast was roasting.
He immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
His gaze surveyed the environment deeper in the cave.
