Chapter 18: Stone dungeon
Isaac stepped forward first, feeling a strange invisible resistance as his body crossed the undulating surface of the portal. It was like plunging into icy water, the world around him wavering for a moment before reforming.
A sudden shock caught him in the chest. The air here was heavier, denser.
His pupils quickly adjusted to the surrounding darkness.
They were in a long stone tunnel, its rough walls oozing humidity. The place was eerily silent, barely disturbed by the crackling of torches fixed at regular intervals to the walls. A flickering light danced across the surfaces, casting disturbing, shifting shadows.
Isaac tightened the grip on his katana. The smell of the place made him frown.
A metallic smell. Nauseating. A mixture of damp earth and... blood.
- "An underground dungeon, eh..." murmured Kraig behind him, observing the surroundings with a pensive air.
- "I hate these damn tunnels," growled the bald giant, running a hand over the back of his neck. "Smells like a trap."
The woman in the sweatshirt, meanwhile, crouched down and tapped the floor with her fingertips before sniffing.
- "Normal moisture, no toxic gas." She raised an eyebrow in Kraig's direction. "But there's clearly been some stuff going through there recently."
The dark-haired man with the revolver took a step forward, gun already out.