Chapter 20: The Elder lich
I found myself alone in a desolated dungeon, it's walls lined with flickering torches on either sides across the stone floor.
To my surprise, I couldn't find the others who had entered the Red Gate with me.
The Red Gate must've transported each candidates to a different starting point, leaving us isolated and vulnerable.
I guess I might cross paths with the other's sooner or later. That is if they survive.
Suddenly, a rattling noise echoed down the corridor. I could hear clatter of metal and heavy footsteps approaching me.
Glancing up, I saw them.
A horde of undead surged towards me bearing rusted swords and spears, their eyes glowing with an eerie red light.
Undead were one of the weakest creatures. I wasn't going to waste my time with them.
My fingers brushed the hilt of the dagger at my belt—The Dragon's Tooth.
I had found it from Gwyneria's hoard of treasures.
It's hilt was carved in the shape of a dragon coiled in a snarl. The blade itself was obsidian-dark, forged with Gwyneria's dragons breath.