The second floor looked way different than the third. All the green and the forests were gone, replaced by a sandy desert as hot as a sauna.
"How can they live here?" Druvana asked.
"This only proves how capable they are. But still, they must be afraid of the vampires, or else they could have raided the third floor," Damian said.
Those orcs had total control of the portal that led them from the dungeon's third floor to the second, yet Serana never saw those orcs attacking their floor.
It should mean they were weaker — Damian hoped so, as they had to escape from their grasp, or they would die.
They walked through the desert, pulled by the orcs, and each time Damian breathed, the sand and the burning sensation of the desert entered his nostrils. "This sucks."
