Reborn As An Evolving Monster

One by one, they were Devoured.

Only by the end, once the last Ghoul was consumed,

[You have acquired the Passive Skill "Acute Night Vision[E]".]

Mark's eye twitched as he blinked continuously.

Each time his eye closed, his vision changed.

Slowly but surely, he became able to see much more clearly and much further than he previously could.

The white-scaled Monster turned back and walked towards the final path. The central one, and the one that led to the Boss Monster.

Mark brought a hand to his neck as he took a deep breath in.

Sigh-

Crack-

"Let's get it done." He whispered, before entering the central path.

It only took a couple of steps for Mark to notice things about this passageway.

Unlike the one filled with Zombies, this one wasn't dirty.

Unlike the one filled with Ghouls, spiderwebs on the walls and ceiling weren't uncommon.

'Mm.'

He stepped closer to the wall, 

Wipe-

'Dusty...' Mark thought as he stared at the tip of his index finger. 'Unlike the others, no one goes up and down this path. Then you are waiting for me in a Boss Room.'

The white-scaled Monster opened its mouth and let its tongue hang.

"Turning things to dust, the same way those Flames turned the Monsters into ash..." 

The tip of its index finger went down its tongue.

"Stale..."

Mark walked down the path.

Unlike the other ones, there were no torches lighting the way.

Thanks to the newly acquired "Acute Night Vision[E]" Passive Skill, there was no need for them.

Still, Mark felt it was strange.

'This isn't a Dungeon designed by someone else. Those torches were made and placed by the Undead Lich... You'd expect torches that light up by themselves to be on the way to the Boss Monster, since they're special and all. Mm... Lighting up theirs but not yours? If we're fighting here, then I can understand. But I doubt that's the case. The Boss Room will be the place where the Undead Lich... Lives? Spends its time? Something like that, I guess. Then-'

The white-scaled Monster's body froze.

It had noticed something.

On the dust-covered wall to its right, pretty high up, only a dozen centimeters below the ceiling,

'Red. Blood? Doesn't smell like it. Doesn't look fresh either.'

Mark got closer, and realized what it was.

He passed his hand on the wall, ridding of part of the dirt covering it.

'That's...'

The white-scaled Monster stepped back.

It turned towards the entry of the path it had taken.

The more it focused on the wall, the more they stood out.

Not all were red.

Red, blue, some yellow, or even green.

With his hand against the wall, Mark walked about a dozen steps in the direction opposite to the supposed Boss Room.

More color appeared on the wall as dirt was taken away.

'It's not just a wall...'

Mark rapidly ran back while staring at the wall.

Where did it start exactly?

A dozen steps into the path.

There were separations within the wall, that he could feel as he passed his hand.

Like giant blocks had been placed one next to the other. 

Mark stood in front of the first one, his dark wings spread.

It was a mural.

Something had been drawn on the wall.

And he wanted to see it.

Cleaning up the dirt with his palms felt like a drag.

Therefore,

'Tsk. I don't have control over it. My Affinity is too low...'

Mark turned towards the opposite wall, where there was nothing to be found.

Then,

Wind Blast-

The empty wall had been cracked, and the violent wind had traveled down the path, unveiling part of the Mural.

Four blocks had been rid of the dust hiding them.

Mark thought of each block as a Painting.

To him, this was an interesting discovery. Not just a discovery about the Dungeon, but about the World as a whole.

The possible existence of Art.

'Looks ancient...'

By human and modern standards of course.

The fact that it "Looked ancient", made Mark not think about it as Art. But rather as,

'A person... Looks like a guy? Everything around him is golden, even the leaves on the trees.

That red thing on his palm... An Apple? Or is it a Heart? Not enough detail to tell. He's not looking at the Apple or the golden leaves though... What's he looking at? The second painting?'

Sidestep-

'Ugh. Though the two were one, but no. He's in the same place... No. The leaves and trees are further away now. So is the Apple. He's going somewhere?' 

Third Painting.

'They're getting further and further. Running, huh? Good for you.'

The Fourth.

'He's running towards something. But then... They stood in his way. The size difference is... Wait.'

Mark urgently wiped the dust off with his palms.

He probably didn't notice the smile that had crept up on his face.

With his hands dirty more than they have ever been by anything other than blood, 

"Giants..." He whispered as he stepped back.

Mark could hear his heart beat faster and faster.

"They're huge in comparison to him. Are they actually Giants? If they are... And if this follows the real proportions then Giants must be at least... That would depend on how big he is but..."

A Story told by a series of Paintings.

Perhaps it is because it was found inside a Dungeon that Mark cared this much.

Perhaps he simply found it interesting.

The Vestiges Of the Undead Dark Triad.

'The Signs on the Undead Monsters... Triangles for the Triad? Then... This isn't the Undead Lich before it became an Undead Lich, is it? The fact that it's here... It can't be just a bunch of random paintings. This Story... Could it be History? This World's?'

With a wide and sparkling eye, Mark walked closer and lay his palms against the wall, Devouring with his Eye the one whose story was told.

"Who are you?" He whispered absent-mindedly. "Where are you going? And what are you trying to do? Must have been important if..."

Wipe-

Wipe-

The Sixth Painting.

"You were willing to fight Giants for it."