"Are you sure we're not lost?" I turned sceptical after witnessing the slender path with the illuminance getting dimmer below. "Because I believe we are."
It was not the first time that I have experienced this scenery as we have one inside the hobgoblin's lair, but everything feels different inside here. I can almost feel the superfluous arcane dwelling everywhere, particularly on the steps beneath us.
'Maybe they mean something?' I wonder while continuing to stride the dark steps.
The orbs shining downstairs are not enough to supply us with the vision we are stepping on. We might have already crushed the skulls of humans or Kudas we have seen on the surface-even worse, parasites.
"You always doubt us, Alk," Iris condemns my patheticness, ashamed that I shattered her expectations of even making up for any chance to change it.
Despite the dimmed area, it only took Iris one glance to know my rattled face.
