Mr. Green and Shard nodded together, but they did not repeat it. Shard turned around, took a deep breath, grasped the cold doorknob, and swung the entire door open in front of the three of them.
Behind the door were stone steps, but the end of the stairs was not an open basement, instead, it led to a narrow brick hallway. Torches were mounted on the walls, and the hallway was filled with a mist that did not exist on the dream island, making it impossible for them to see what lay at the end of the corridor.
As their eyes adjusted, the torches along the corridor lit up one by one from near to far, casting an orange-yellow hue on the mist. But the torches further away quickly shifted into a crimson color, turning every torch red from far to near, enveloping the entire underground corridor in a crimson hue.
This time there were no warning words from the demon, but the demon's power unmistakably manifested itself.
