The instant Gilgamel stepped through the green-tinged portal, the world spun and cracked apart like shattered glass. He stumbled, disoriented, as the surge of magic warped his surroundings.
When the dizzying sensation faded, he stood alone.
Well—not entirely alone.
Dodo, his loyal dark hound, materialized beside him, growling softly as the last traces of portal light vanished. The pet contract ensured they would never be separated.
Gilgamel was surprised that they were separated upon entering the secret realm and felt lucky that Dodo was still with him.
He was a bit worried about the others and wondered where they were.
However, he realized that this was not the time for him to worry about others as he had stumbled into an unfortunate situation.
Gilgamel looked around. The stone beneath his feet was slick, damp, and echoing with the faint scuttling of unseen things. The air was thick with moisture and a strange metallic scent that hinted at blood and venom.
