The underground ruins, silent for countless years, suddenly came alive with activity.
Tolin and Gleam dragged the Lizardman into a relatively intact dome structure, with the Cold Spirits chasing them multiplying from one to many.
The two dwarves struggled to hold the rusty bronze doors, slowly closing them with their shoulders.
The door hinges emitted a sharp screeching sound, and several shattered metal pieces fell off during the process.
Gleam looked at the base of the severely damaged door hinges, noting that most of the parts were missing.
"I don't think this door will hold for long." He then turned to the Lizardman, "Baroque, are you alright?"
The Lizardman had been dragged all the way, looking extremely miserable, with large patches of scales missing from one side of his body.
He grimaced: "I said, is it possible that it's just my tail that's broken, and I can still run on my own..."
"..."
