[SAFE ROOM - LEVEL 3 - NIGHT CAMP - 16 HOURS AFTER START]
The safe room they'd found at the end of Level 3 was surprisingly cozy—by legendary dungeon-filled-with-death standards, at least.
Ten meters by ten meters, with a low three-meter ceiling. Protective runes glowed softly on the walls, creating a barrier that prevented anything hostile from entering. There was even some ancient furniture—two worn-out sofas, a table, a few chairs.
Alex had collapsed onto one of the sofas immediately after entering, every muscle in his body screaming in protest. The battle with the Archmage Lich had been... intense was an understatement.
Seraph sat on the other sofa, methodically cleaning her armor with a cloth she'd produced from some dimensional pocket. Maya was on the floor, Akari (in big cat form) curled in her lap while she stroked his fur mechanically. Raven leaned against the wall, playing with one of her daggers, spinning it between her fingers with distracted skill.
