That week, what they focused on was getting the remaining stones. One for speed, and accuracy and one for the sharpness of the eyes.
Greylord told them that's the core of what made up a strong warrior and they saw no reason to disagree with him. They had collected all the stones except the one for accuracy.
"Why is this place so hot?" Rota asked, wiping sweat from her face with the sleeve of her cloth.
They were in a room that was made of glowing red rocks, the room was cramped with stones like small hills jutting out of the ground.
"I can't feel anything." Belialthorn voice was flat.
"You are resistant to fire," Alaric pointed out, the atmosphere was hot and heavy. "But what do we have to do here? There's no one here to fight."
