Silence held the chamber for several long seconds after the notification faded. Heavy breaths filled the calm air as Myles and the others simply stood where they had reappeared, their bodies still tense from the battle. No one spoke for a while. The quiet felt strange after the chaos of the arena.
Slowly, their eyes began to wander across the room.
It looked nothing like the brutal floors they had just cleared.
Smooth earthen walls curved around the chamber. Soft amber light radiated from stones embedded in the ceiling, bathing everything in a warm glow.
Several sturdy chairs and wide couches were arranged near a low table at the center of the room.
The place almost resembled a comfortable lounge carved inside the ground.
Without needing to say anything, the group moved on their own.
George reached the nearest couch first and dropped onto it heavily. The furniture creaked under his weight as he leaned back and let out a long breath.
"Damn…" he muttered.
