With different enemies, comes different approach

Instead of going out, we went even deeper inside the dungeon. This time, I didn't even need to deliberately make my face look serious and menacing. Aside from how angry I was at Angwi's story, the deeper floor was also more eerie.

The black stone of the wall felt colder, and the sconces let out a faint blue light that might be mistaken as drifting souls. Our footsteps echoed loudly through the narrow stairs and hallway, drowning my increasing heartbeat.

After going through corridors that felt as if it was modeled after a haunted house, we reached a metal door with more lock formations than the most secured bank. The formations weren't just in the door, but also the walls, ceiling, and floor, making it a huge vault.

In that room, even if someone were to die, their soul would get trapped there instead of swimming into the world of nothingness.