They gathered before the portal, watching its smooth surface ripple. Kaedros stepped through first, the others following.
A cool force resisted him for a heartbeat before yielding. On the other side lay a vast chamber, its twisting pillars of green-black stone smooth as obsidian and slick with a faint sheen.
"Where is this?" Taria murmured.
"Doesn't look a Dream," Rauk said. It looked like any other Castle chamber, except for the strange coloration of the stone.
"It's just the name," Gold said with a shrug. "Not an actual Dream."
"Of course we know that," Taria replied, rolling her eyes. She glanced down. "It's dusty here… look at all this garbage.."
She stopped when Kaedros raised a hand. A small fire bloomed above them.
The "garbage" was not garbage at all. Bodies, hundreds of them, dried and shriveled, scattered across the floor.
