Chapter 24: Start of Lich’s Dungeon.
Ethan exhaled a long, ragged breath, dragging a hand through his sweat-damp hair.
"Let it flow as it is for now," he muttered, shaking off the last fragments of the mysterious bandit
girl. "I’ll go clear that damn Lich dungeon."
He clenched his fists and started marching again, the air cool against his heated skin.
The entrance of the Lich’s Dungeon loomed before him like the gaping maw of some ancient
beast. The stone archway was cracked and blackened as if burned by ages of dark magic. Pale
violet mist drifted out of the shadows, swirling around Ethan’s legs as he stepped inside.
The moment he crossed the threshold, the temperature dropped. His breath steamed in front of
his face.
The walls were carved black marble veined with purple light, pulsing slowly like a heartbeat. Sigils
in twisted, runic script shimmered faintly on every surface. Chains dangled from the ceilings,