His eyes looked around the new changing room; the knowledge in his mind told him that merely wishing to return would send him to the dungeon entrance, sadly because of the nature of this place, he could only enter it when inside a dungeon and somehow, the class Dread Knight was intrinsically linked to the dungeon.
He had no idea how or why, so right now, all Raven knew was what happened next:
His soul left his body behind as he fell into darkness once more—and then suddenly found himself standing at the top of an endless staircase leading down from a massive stone archway, which seemed to be made entirely out of bloodstone rock. The light here came not by any sun or moonlight but from thousands upon tens of torches hanging along both sides.
This was the new look of that disgusting blood river that led him here.
