After convincing the knight-looking ghoul, the female undead in black kimonon floated me weightlessly through the frozen chaos of the Gleeful Bowels arena.
My body still refused to obey even the smallest twitch, locked in that suspended moment between one heartbeat and the next, yet my mind raced unchecked.
Now that very same female humanoid undead guided me with invisible threads of telekinesis, my form drifting a foot above the blood-slick stone floor as we slipped past the petrified dead crowd and into a side corridor.
As we traveled, I noticed that I wasn't brought to the surface so I didn't really know about the situation above. The walls here were the same reinforced basalt of the staff quarters beneath the arena, etched with faded maintenance sigils and lined with dented lockers that still carried the cheap liniment and iron filings.
I can hear the female undead gleefully hum and giggle as I get transported by her.
