Memories began to flood his mind as the scene of his world transformed back into the first dungeon...
He lost Mor'vaal and his connections with the twelve pillars of bliss, and even his power began to shrink and vanish until he was just the regular Alistair Granbell.
Like in the past...
Raven stepped cautiously into the dimly lit dungeon room, the torches casting flickering shadows across the rough stone walls.
The air was thick with a musty scent, and a chill ran down his spine as he gazed around the eerie chamber.
He took a deep breath, the air strangely dense and heavy on his lungs, feeling the tense atmosphere building as he moved forward... the taste of the murky air like a musty book left in a damp storage room for decades.
'This is... the first day...'
