The group continued to move forward with their formation.
They had passed the first layer fast. Only a few goblins and two dire wolves dared to attack but soon turned into ash.
The second layer had squeezed them with narrow walls and a low ceiling. They didn't face any difficulties here as well. Lilith alone turned their tiny horde into a pile of corpses. She was getting impatient without any real challenge.
Now they stepped through the short throat into the third layer.
The air shifted. It felt way different.
It didn't feel like normal cold…. it was heavier and harder to breathe.
While walking, Gideon noticed something and lifted a hand. The party slowed.
Metal glinted on the floor. A knife lay half-frozen into the frost with the leather grip turned to wood-hard stiffness. Beside it, a snapped belt buckle. A cracked potion vial was sealed inside a thin glass of ice.
Melissa nudged the knife with her boot. The sound of metal tapping stone shot out and died.
