A Marksman Arrow IV

The three of them moved cautiously through the dungeon.

Through halls, roads, and all kinds of pathways.

The deeper they went, the thicker the air grew with the scent of damp stone and something faintly metallic—blood, perhaps something else.

Ryuen kept his hands in his pockets, his eyes closed, relying on his ears and senses to follow Yurei and Daiki.

He was still dwelling on Yuki's words when they finally arrived before a large stone door.

One that Ryuen immediately recognized due to its similarity to the main entrance of the Redspire Gate.

A sigh escaped his lips the moment the air inside the chamber hit him. Slowly, he opened his eyes.

Without wasting time, he followed them in and watched as the door slid shut behind them.

His gaze swept through the chamber—from the spot where he had been betrayed to where he had nearly died.