Chapter 3: The Inheritance Dungeon (I)
As Gray stepped toward the archway, it was like the world behind him simply stopped breathing.
He couldn’t hear the birds from before, and not even the wind itself.
"Mhm..."
He paused, staring at the black opening in front of him.
The dungeon’s entrance wasn’t wide or imposing. No grand gates or statues, just a simple, rough arch made of weathered obsidian bricks, half-covered in moss.
[Only the forgotten may enter. Only the broken may rise.]
His eyes once again landed on the same phrase.
Gray reached out slowly and lightly brushed his fingers against the arch.
SKREEEE—!!
A sudden noise like screaming metal tore through the air.
The bricks shuddered, ancient mechanisms grinding awake after what might have been centuries.
Dust fell like snow, and the roots that clung to the stone recoiled like burned flesh.