In the dark rooms crammed with Thralls of various appearances, but always hideous and farcical, Jake had quickly developed an unstoppable tactic. A blinding flash of ultraviolet rich light followed by a full-scale massacre.
If a Soul Spell trap was triggered, instead of trying to resist it, he would try to locate it as quickly as possible to dislodge the Soul Stone. After a few misfires, he was becoming familiar with the design of the place.
Red Soul Spell traps were generally easy to spot but difficult to destroy, while Blue Soul Spells were often hidden but comparatively more fragile. Up until now, he had only encountered one Green Soul Spell trap and almost died in it.
After about six hours, Jake faced his first major dilemma. The lobby he had just entered was strangely familiar to him. He recognized the three doors already open and the trap door at his feet, which had previously been on the ceiling.
