Rem moved cautiously through the dungeon, his senses sharp as he took in his surroundings.
The deeper he ventured, the more unnatural the dungeon became. The walls were no longer just stone — they pulsed with a sickly glow, veins of black energy creeping through the cracks like an infection.
And then there were the traps.
Spikes shot from the ground without warning, narrowly missing his legs as he leapt back.
The floor beneath him rumbled, and in the next instant, a section of it collapsed, revealing a pit of bubbling lava below. Rem clicked his tongue, quickly stepping onto a more stable platform.
The dungeon was testing him.
A rickety stone bridge stretched before him, leading to the other side of the lava pit.
The air shimmered with heat, making it difficult to focus, sweat streaked down his face and with each step he took in this godforsaken dungeon, he became increasingly annoyed.
