The smell of mud—dampen and heavy—coiled at the edges of the gate, and followed by a whiff of burnt bricks that came with freshly cut grass. The smell alone made Ned think that he was somewhere in a field of grasses and a stream nearby.
This thought, however, was agitated by the tiny teeth that kept on leeching behind Ned. The parasite was keeping him to understand the beast, and in return, sucked his mana. But the increase of his mana was greater than the parasite's leeching. Ned could feel the warm sensation running his veins.
As they walked towards the gate, Ned made a glance at his mana bar that went from below ten to the current 133 and increasing. If Ned focused, he could feel the thick mana blanketing the space, then his body. He grinned as his eyes went to the chambers around them, trying to think of a plan. Now, he needed energy—food, perhaps water might be enough. Anything he could shove down his throat to increase his energy.
