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The moment Akamir stepped into the portal, a strange coldness brushed against his skin.
The light around him twisted, pulling his body forward like he was being sucked through water.
He clenched his jaw, staying still as the energy surged.
Finally, something flashed around his eyes.
The light vanished.
His feet landed on solid ground the next second.
"Ugh…" Viros groaned next to him, stumbling slightly. "That felt like being shoved into a freezer."
Akamir looked around.
The dungeon was dimly lit, the ceiling high with sharp, jagged stones poking down like claws.
Faint glowing moss clung to the walls, casting a sickly green light that barely illuminated the area.
The ground was uneven, damp, and littered with cracked bones that looked old and dried.
It smelled like mold and dried blood, like a battlefield.
"Where the hell are we?" Luca whispered, adjusting his gloves as he looked around.
