Ivor stepped through the opening without hesitation. The stone door behind him closed with a heavy sound, sealing the first realm. He carried the lesson from that room with him. The floor had taught him that rushing forward without understanding the space would only hurt him. This time he decided to watch first and act later.
The second realm was very different.
It was a long corridor carved straight through the mountain. The ceiling hung low and the walls were close enough to make the space feel tight. A thick layer of white mist covered the ground and drifted slowly through the air. It was thick enough to hide everything except the 4 glowing red eyes.
The air itself felt strange. Breathing was slightly heavier, as if the corridor resisted every inhale.
Ivor walked forward a few steps and stopped.
Two skeletons stood ahead.
