Crossing the entrance to the boss's room felt surreal.
The air instantly changed, it felt thicker and hotter. It was humid, as if he was in the middle of a jungle with that natural damp smell.
The doors slowly closed behind them, leaving them no choice but to face what was ahead.
He could feel his blurry vision slowly getting better thanks to the potion given to him by Brak.
Slowly, he broke away from Fae, standing on his own with the help of his staff.
She stood there, watching him.
He couldn't tell what exactly she thought at that moment, but if he had to guess, it would've been concern.
His gaze went toward his surroundings, nothing jumped out.
Besides the large tree in the middle.
The walls had similar tiles as the previous room, but they were mostly broken. Branches extended to all sides, the upper walls completely ruined.
He couldn't see the ceiling at all, a thick layer of leaves completely hid it.
