The group came to a halt before a spiraling staircase made of stone descended to the next floor. "Let's go." Damon nodded, and everyone took the stairs. The group made their way to the next part of the dungeon.
The second floor was surprisingly empty, with nothing coming running at them. Kaelthorn took a step forward to explore further when suddenly Ellora pulled him back with a whip made of blood magic.
The next second, an arrow whooshed past the space where Kaelthorn was standing. If Ellora had been even a second slower, the arrow would have definitely hit him.
Ellora's whip retracted into her hand, still shimmering with bloodlight. "You're welcome," she said dryly, her crimson eyes scanning the shadowy edges of the corridor ahead. "If I am not wrong, then the entire place is filled with traps."
Kaelthorn blinked, looking at the spot where the arrow had just sliced through the air. "Huh," he muttered. "That would've pissed me off."
