Asmodeus chose not to open the door using the key and instead returned to his camp and tried to get some sleep. Thanks to them killing the boss and falling into a strange section of the dungeon, likely a lower level close to the final boss room.
"Ugh..."
The flames became dull and vanished, with charcoal littered across the ground as he woke up. Five or six hours had passed since Asmodeus closed his eyes. He didn't normally sleep for hours, even when spending time with his wives... so it felt quite refreshing.
"Good morning lad."
Logan's eyes beamed with light; his exhaustion and injuries appeared better as he smiled while stirring a pot of broth. The scent of beef and onions lingered in the room while Nerim and Zahir both sat with their eyes closed.
"How is everyone doing?"
