Chapter 267: Two down, three left
The group came to a halt before a spiraling staircase made of stone descended to the next floor. "Let’s go." Damon nodded, and everyone took the stairs. The group made their way to the next part of the dungeon.
The second floor was surprisingly empty, with nothing coming running at them. Kaelthorn took a step forward to explore further when suddenly Ellora pulled him back with a whip made of blood magic.
The next second, an arrow whooshed past the space where Kaelthorn was standing. If Ellora had been even a second slower, the arrow would have definitely hit him.
Ellora’s whip retracted into her hand, still shimmering with bloodlight. "You’re welcome," she said dryly, her crimson eyes scanning the shadowy edges of the corridor ahead. "If I am not wrong, then the entire place is filled with traps."
Kaelthorn blinked, looking at the spot where the arrow had just sliced through the air. "Huh," he muttered. "That would’ve pissed me off."
"It would have done more than that." Damon pointed to the arrow where some sort of poisonous liquid was oozing from the tip.
Kaelthorn’s eyes narrowed as he crouched beside the arrow and gave it a cautious sniff. "Yeah... that’s not just poison. Paralyzing poison. Would have made me just like that idiot."
The alchemist wandered up behind them, humming. "Hmm. Mildly necrotic. Faint hints of basil. Oh! That’s my recipe!"
Damon ignored the old fool and stepped forward, scanning the hall with narrowed eyes. "Paralyzing poison again? Hmmm." He looked around, wondering what was going on.
Normally, dungeons would have more lethal poisons. He thought about it for a moment and then looked ahead. "We need to assume every step is a trigger. Let’s be careful. There might be more lethal poison traps ahead."
Ellora gave a small nod, fingers already weaving subtle runes into the air around her. Blood magic flowed smoothly from her fingertips. "I can take care of this." The next second, a small bat fluttered in the air in front of them, one that was completely made of blood.
"Go, baby, make your mama and daddy proud." Ellora blew it a kiss, but not before winking at Damon seductively.