The world around him was plunged into a similar darkness, the same one that had permeated the room that had just freshly collapsed. Leonidas looked around with caution, Blush raised high, his guard up.
All of a sudden, a chill went up Leonidas's spine, making him turn around, staring straight at the collapsed chamber. But there was nothing…however, something else happened.
The walls suddenly lit up with a brilliant blue flame, dozens of torches lining the dark obsidian walls, a haunting yet mesmerizing sight.
His breath caught in his chest, but Leonidas forced the feeling of awe down, walking forward with clear reluctance.
His eyes traveled over the room, taking in everything. The walls, as Leonidas had noted before, were obsidian, a shade so abyssal it practically sucked in the ghostly light from the soul torches.
