Carl's first instinct after landing in this room filled with bats and scorpions was to call on Pudding, only to realize that while the little snake was still around his wrist, it was in hibernation and he could not wake it up at all.
"This time I'm truly doomed," he thought as he let out a sigh of despair. Yet, somewhere deep inside, he felt that the lich was not going to let him die just like that.
Just then, the bloodsucking bats that were circling the ceiling suddenly swooped down. The venomous scorpions in the dark corner also started crawling up the wall and were ready to attack.
The bats swooped down so quickly that the wind their movement created cut his face like knives. Just when he thought that the bats were going to attack him from all directions and feed on his flesh, a rust
