Invictus of Hercules

It was far-fetched, to say the least, to the three adventurers as Brunhilde whispered to her companions, accusing the beastman of having lost whatever sanity he may have had before coming down there. Such a thing was hard to deny, though the mind of the bear seemed intact. 

"Just over here now," Belo guided, "My camp is close."

It wasn't visible until Gaston took a few more strides, finding himself staring into the mouth of a pitch-black cavern. 

Stepping through the entrance last, the bandana-wearing youth felt a warm sensation brush over his body as a hum resonated against his eardrums. It was only for a split-second that his entire body was left inanimate before being able to press his boot down. 

"Woah," Gaston muttered to himself, shuttering for a moment. 

"A bound barrier? That's some old magecraft there," Attila noted as he looked around.