Escape

Eiro crossed his arms. Something wasn't right here. It should be impossible for there to be a completely locked-off area like this in a space created by the Dungeon Map, he was certain of that. In the elemental realm of fire, Eiro's duplicate hand found a journal from someone who used to be the owner of that artifact, and he had methodically noted down everything that he had done and what he had been able to do, step by step. To begin with, that man had been a researcher, so his methods were verifiable. He was a from the central material plane, but had a particularly curious Salamander familiar who had transcribed the whole journal practically word-by-word, which is how that journal ended up in that realm.