Guess it's time to test my new strength after breaking through!"
Damien cracked his knuckles, the golden aura flaring around his fists. He turned toward the door, ready to march out.
"Hold your horses, boy," Brokk grunted, slamming his wrench onto the metal table. "You think you can just waltz into the Deep Iron Prison through the front door? That isn't bravery; that's suicide."
Brokk grabbed the lever on the wall and pulled it down harder.
CLANK-WHIRRR.
The map of the city that hung from the ceiling zoomed in, focusing on the dark, jagged sector buried deep beneath the earth. It wasn't just a regular dungeon, rather it was a labyrinth built inside the active veins of the volcano.
"Look here," Brokk pointed a grease-stained finger at the main entrance.
