Chapter 59: Crimson Bat Hollow [2]
As we continued deeper into the cave, the narrow tunnel gave way to a massive chamber—and right in front of us stood a towering cliff.
Embedded into the rock face, high above, was a large stone gate. It looked completely out of place compared to the rest of the cave, almost like someone had carved it straight out of a ruin and jammed it into this mountain.
"That gate up there," I said, shading my eyes with one hand, "looks like it leads to the next area."
Alice followed my gaze. "Figures. And of course, it’s way up there."
She wasn’t wrong. It wasn’t the kind of place you could just climb up to. The rock walls were sheer, jagged, and slippery with ice. This was the part I remembered.
The real difficulty in this dungeon wasn’t the monsters—it was the puzzles.
Traps. Gimmicks. Hidden switches. The kind of stuff that made you want to throw your controller in frustration.
And just to make things worse, my Echo Rod—normally a reliable tool for scanning or activating magical devices—was useless here. The dungeon had a built-in debuff that nullified artifact effects.
’Classic northern dungeons. Always trying to make you suffer in creative ways.’
To proceed, we had to activate several hidden switches scattered across impossible locations—some tucked between stalactites, others practically embedded in the cliffside itself.
It was a nightmare.