Chapter 180: The First Battle in Black Hollow Dungeon
(Samuel's POV)
Darkness.
The moment Henry and I stepped into the abyss, everything around us warped. There was no gradual transition—one second, we were in the warehouse, and the next, we were falling.
Not through space—through something deeper.
A void.
Then—impact.
I landed hard, my boots slamming against an obsidian floor. A dull ringing filled my ears before I quickly adjusted, my instincts kicking in. Henry landed next to me in a low crouch, already gripping his Sword of the First Dawn.
The dungeon was massive.
We stood in a dark cavern, its walls lined with twisted roots that pulsed like veins. The air was thick, heavy with something ancient, something unnatural. And then, as if sensing our arrival—
The walls moved.
No. Not the walls.