EVEN AS A SLAVE, THE HEAVENLY DEMON'S MIGHT SHALL TAME THE BEAUTIES - Chapter 3: CONTRACT.

... atches of mold that seemed to thrive in the damp, stale air. The flickering light of the torch cast wavering shadows that played tricks on the eyes, making the hallway appear longer than it was.

Scurrying feet echoed beneath them as rats darted across the cracked stone floor, vanishing into crevices and cracks. The scent of mildew and decay hung heavy, a testament to the neglected state of the place.

At the end of the corridor stood a wooden door, weathered with age and marked by ...