Their descent into darkness was uneventful, with no more surprises, enemies, or puzzles in sight. They reached a small, dark room, with, in the middle of it, a shimmering white portal, waiting for them.
Astaroth wordlessly stepped through, his curiosity reaching new peaks.
He felt a small tug on his body as he passed through the portal, before reappearing in a forest, with the tree line fading away close by.
One by one, his allies started appearing near him, weapons drawn and at the ready. But they stowed them away not long after when they noticed no immediate danger.
Astaroth was already walking forward, trying to see past the tree line. After walking for half a minute, he reached the end of the forest, opening up to a small hill down, and open fields ahead.
But something else stole his attention.