Skin her alive, cut her into pieces, and boil her alive and eat it?
Steps reverberating.
Lots of steps.
Lots of darkness.
Moldy damp smell in the air and occasional screeches from bats flying by.
"Is she shining?" Some whispers-
Rose and Mihael were in the center of the whole group.
The teams weren't really all that close though, roughly five to six meters apart from each other.
This place-
This dungeon, despite being called a dungeon, was fairly big and looked like a castle of sorts. The basement of a castle that is.
Stone walls.
Cobwebs here, stains there; rot everywhere. No dust though.
There was no end in sight.
Hard to imagine all this was inside a floating door.
"She is, she is!"
More whispers.
Apparently, almost all the teams carried torches and floating magic balls but-
But Rose still let out a faint light. As though she herself was a dim lightbulb.