Then he walked to the last entrance path by the right. The tunnel was cool but brightly lit, as if he was standing under a sun. The wall was made of brown rocks, and he could have sworn that he heard different gears moving behind the wall.
The seven entrances all had their dangers. All of them were filled with dangers and traps.
Ordinarily, if Severin were to walk one of the paths alone without any backup, then he would be turned into a rag.
"This one... is the path of the endless traps."
Fortunately for him, he wasn't going far.
With just five steps into the tunnel, he stopped and bent down to pick a small stone. He threw it, and immediately it touched the ground, the ground disappeared.
A large hole yawned like the maw of a monster.
Severin shuddered. Not that there weren't eyes on him, he could freely express his emotions and expression. "This author is really twisted. He spent time, little details even on dungeons."
