The Demon Lord's dungeon opened before them beyond the last line of trees.
Mark studied it in silence for several seconds.
He definitely hadn't expected this.
When Mark thought about the Demon Lord's dungeon, his mind automatically built a clichéd image.
Something dark and ominous.
The kind of entrance that, in any video game, made you save before even getting close because you knew what was coming wouldn't be friendly.
But what stood before him was completely different.
The structure was imposing, yes.
Massive white marble columns rose on either side of the entrance, tall and monumental, with an architecture that looked more like an ancient temple than a demonic lair.
The only detail that betrayed the passage of time was that the entire structure was partially sunken into the ground.
'It's like Roman ruins. I'm not sure if that's reassuring… or more worrying.'
There was something unsettling about that discrepancy. A dark, threatening entrance would have been predictable.
