Riven walked into the darkness, using the flame on his palm to guide his way. He looked around carefully, trying to find Noel.
"I should have stayed with him, then I wouldn't need to be worried like this. If anything happens to him, I'd be screwed," Riven thought. He kept looking; he felt like calling his name, but he was scared something would come to him rather than his brother.
But even in his quietness, he couldn't escape the spawns of the dungeon. Three goblins charged at him from the darkness. He pulled his sword out of the pouch and attacked with one hand.
The fiery floor goals were no longer an issue for him; he was able to cut them down with a few moves. He picked up the crystals and stored them before heading deeper into darkness.
He walked for a while, and he hadn't found anything that could relate to his brother. "Fuck Noel, where the hell did you go? Do you have to make life unreasonably hard for me every time?" Riven asked.
