Stepping forward, Ulric headed deeper, following behind Lena, his eyes peeled over the surroundings.
The intricate runes on the walls flared faintly in a mystical light, the air growing heavier with every step until, up ahead, the tunnel opened to reveal a grand platform stretching into a massive arena.
"Woah," Lena breathed, watching the sight as a gasp slipped from her mouth, scanning the terrain.
It was awe-inspiring. All the tunnels in the dungeon led to this place.
Tilting her head, her eyes locked onto the black-robed figure. His hands were clenched behind his back, a faint smile touching his lips.
"Finally," Ulric breathed, taking in the sight. It was a bit illustrious even for him.
Feeling the burning gaze from the side, he turned, nodding faintly at Lena before slowly walking forward, leaving her behind.
It was time to wrap this up.
His eyes scanned the arena. At first glance there were no traces of monsters, but as he looked closer, the smile on his face widened.
