As they got closer to the stairs that led down to level five, the dungeon itself seemed to shake. Greg felt a wave of dark energy pulse through the stone, and his communication crystal got very cold all of a sudden.
Elias's head snapped up in the throne room on level five. His heightened senses, which had been tainted by the dark being that gave him power, had noticed the disturbance. "This is fucking unbelievable... they're getting rid of levels too quickly even though I've already enhanced the monsters."
A woman with scars all over her face, one of his friends, stepped forward. "Should we get ready for a welcome?"
"No," Elias said as he stood up and walked over to where Marina was chained. She was barely aware of what was going on, and her body was covered in cuts and bruises from weeks of torture. "We're going to the next level."
"What?" One of his friends, a huge guy with a war axe, looked confused. "We made this trap for Greyson. Why run now?"
