The rain fell like a torrent with strong winds and endless lightning bolts coloring the sky blue. The stable where Matthew was in gave him poor shelter against the storm. The horses around him neighed and moved around in their pens trying to get out.
That message from the dungeon said it was a dungeon fluctuation. It seemed he no longer could ask the dungeon for surrender. Therefore the stakes were now much higher. He could not wait for the others anymore, he had to go inside and see what was happening.
He then felt the hand of someone on his shoulder pulling him back. He thought it was just one of the coachmen there calling him to a place away from the rain. However, when he turned his head to look at the person pulling him, he saw a distorted face with eyes pitch black, gray skin and fangs moaning at him.
