Steps reverberating.
Lots of steps.
Lots of darkness.
Moldy damp smell in the air and occasional screeches from bats flying by.
"Is she shining?" Some whispers-
Rose and Mihael were in the center of the whole group.
The teams weren't really all that close though, roughly five to six meters apart from each other.
This place-
This dungeon, despite being called a dungeon, was fairly big and looked like a castle of sorts. The basement of a castle that is.
Stone walls.
Cobwebs here, stains there; rot everywhere. No dust though.
There was no end in sight.
Hard to imagine all this was inside a floating door.
"She is, she is!"
More whispers.
Apparently, almost all the teams carried torches and floating magic balls but-
But Rose still let out a faint light. As though she herself was a dim lightbulb.
