The next room was a bit hard for them. There was no monster or sharp projectile this time.
It was a long and narrow room, the door a blue dot in the distance, and set in the stones around them are perfectly round metal balls the size of a fist.
The first step into the room had a ball fired at Alaric from the side which he deflected with the flat of his sword and that was when they knew.
The room might seem simple but it was more than that because the small metal ball had slammed his sword into his hand painfully, and the place where the metal ball had hit the blade was scratched.
Alaric cursed as they watched another ball replace the one that fired on the wall. He shook his hand. "That packed a lot of weight. It's like taking a backhand from Greylord."
