The scenery twisted and reshaped around them.
When the light faded, the party found themselves inside a dim stone chamber lit by rows of torches fixed to the walls. Their flames crackled weakly, throwing long shadows across the floor and bathing the room in a dull orange glow.
Near the entrance stood an NPC merchant selling potions and emergency supplies. The prices, as always, were outrageous, more than double what they cost outside. Compared to player-run shops, it was robbery.
Almost nobody bought anything here unless they were desperate, trapped mid-run with empty bags and no way out.
As soon as they entered, harsh battle music thundered through the chamber.
Ethan frowned and muted it immediately.
"Get ready. Same setup as always."
The leader barked the order without even glancing Ethan's way. He clearly hadn't planned to assign him any meaningful role.
Other than Ethan, the squad had five members: a shield tank, a priest, a mage, a marksman, and a rogue.
