The journey ahead was perilous and hard. Damian had no idea if he would come back with his life or how things would proceed in the next moments of his life, but there was one thing he knew very well: he wanted to become stronger!
His body and soul still had the feeling of being weak. Nothing in the world would make him forget how useless he was when he stepped foot inside that dungeon's floor and how every creature could end his life with a single crush of their hand.
"Where are we going, exactly?"
Billy, the talking mushroom who had become Damian's friend, could not stop asking about their location. It was starting to piss them off, both Damian and Morgana, who just wished for peaceful travel.
"No idea. Just exploring, I guess? But obviously, we seek the portal leading us to the 11th floor of the dungeon."
