Julius' head felt like it was splitting apart. He almost threw up again but just as the gagging impulse came down his throat, a refreshing chill devoured all thoughts on his mind.
He and the rest of the group were in a room that could only be described as both dull and mystical.
Stone tiles covered each wall, floor tile, and ceiling parch.
There was no door.
In the middle of this nonsensical stone-tiled room was a mythical deep-red dungeon core.
It would best be described as a hyper-violet core of a beastly yellow.
There was one other person in the room. He had a shaggy beard and a shining bald head. His arms were somewhat muscular and he looked like he had just been exploring a safari.
"Hoh? You finished pretty fast for students?"
He twirled a silver dagger in his right hand, elven scriptures had been blasted all over it.
His hubrical smile slowly lowered as his eyes set on Savel. His face became grim and stern.
