Chapter 102: The discovery.
The blinding glow hit their eyes like a sudden gust of wind.
Ethan and Daniel stepped into the light, shielding their faces for a second as they adjusted.
The oppressive darkness, the foul stench, and the slick, rotting floor of the tunnel were suddenly behind them—replaced by a realm of startling contrast.
They stood in a massive corridor made of smooth, white stone blocks.
The air here was crisp, sterile, and eerily still. The walls shimmered faintly, pulsing with a pale, ambient light that came from no visible source, as though the stones themselves were alive—breathing.
The place felt unnatural. Not magical—manufactured.
The white bricks were almost clinical, like something built not to intimidate... but to observe.
Ethan’s steps echoed faintly, his boots tapping against the glossy floor as he scanned the hall. His voice dropped into a whisper. "Where the hell are we...?"
Daniel’s eyes swept the far corners, his new weapon—a steel-gray axe with crimson edge lines and serrated curves—held tightly in his grip. "This doesn’t look like any dungeon area I’ve seen. Too clean. Too... perfect."
Ethan gave a slow nod. "Feels like a lab. Or a testing chamber."
The two kept walking cautiously. Their nerves, still raw from the fight with the chamiras, twitched at every flicker in the corner of their eyes.
Somewhere in the distance, the faint hum of an arcane mechanism pulsed like a heartbeat beneath the walls.