章 172: The Dungeon of Fear (Third Sublevel)

The stairway was dimly lit, the only source of light being the faint glow of their auras as they ascended higher and higher.

Stark was the first who went, so he was technically leading the group, with the rest of them following closely behind.

Stark's clone was climbing the stairs backward, keeping its aura eyes on the group and making sure that a fair distance was kept, and if something ever happened, it wouldn't hesitate to all its arsenal of skills to at least take down two of them with it.

As they climbed, the atmosphere grew heavier with each step, the weight of their experiences in the trial pressing down on them.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of climbing, they reached yet another bronze door that looked very similar to the one he had opened before.

Stark approached the door cautiously, there was no handle or key slot this time, so he just pressed his palm on it, and then…

~FWISH, DING~