Arad, Jack, and Aella built a camp outside the dungeon before going inside.
"Agh! The stench!" Aella closed her nose, glaring at the dirty walls of the dungeon. "It smells like a rotting dumpster," Jack coughed, closing his nose and mouth, "I see why you said we can't camp here,"
Arad walked in the front, "Let's hope the second layer is better," He said with a smile, staring down at a crack in the ground, only a fifth of a meter wide.
The three stared at the crack. There was no other way to go deeper. "No way that we have to go through here," Arad looked at Aella. She won't fit with her chest.
Jack approached the crack and inspected it, "This is the way to the second layer. This dungeon is more like a cave, so this should be expected," He explained.
Arad crouched beside him, looking at the crack, "I will make it wider. You two search around for anything we might have missed in this layer,"
The mages always seek more power, and in their search for magic, they are seeking the knowledge of the old primordial gods. Is the dragon cult working for them? And why do they need a magic dragon?