Our stomping feet were the only blaring noise that resonated inside the dungeon. I did not feel tired since I had more strenuous activities worth mentioning back in my old days than taking these extended stairs.
But the distance was not something I could scoff at, given the time spent underground. It was an amazing feat that oxygen still travelled through this bottomless pit.
"Are we there yet?" A grunt escaped from my mouth.
"Quit your yapping, player! We'll arrive if we arrive!" the elf shouted and gave me her answer.
If I was in a situation dating an elf girl, the ranger's attitude would become priceless. However, the elf was guarding me towards my inevitable doom. She was like a demon, pointing me towards the stairs of hell.
We had been going down the stairs for thirty minutes and still saw no signs of anything changing from the wall. The dirty brown panels kept greeting my eyes as if the basement went beyond finite.
