A few hours passed by as the trio scoured through the rest of the dungeon, obtaining everything that the test of wisdom had to offer.
Although, it had not been without incident.
After beating that monstrously thick skeleton, similar types began showing up elsewhere, and too frequently for comfort. What's more, is that they seemed more and more privy to their battle style each and every time they rose.
And it was never the same skeleton. They had all been different.
The only thing connecting them all was the blood red Aether that rose high into the ceiling.
It was as if there was a puppeteer making all those skeletons move about. In fact, Mikhail was willing to bet as much.
That aside though, there were other mishaps as well.
Traps of all kinds, most of them being deadly in some fashion or another.
