We reached the ruins before the sun had set, and I dismounted from the tiger and looked around with interest. There was a distinct doorway leading in. I wondered if I should bring my mount with me, but then I decided to keep him out here to dissuade any other creatures from entering and catching me off guard. He casually jumped up onto a stone and lay down, apparently content to sleep anywhere.
Before I entered into an unknown ruin, I looked around and found a stick. The tiger had lost a tooth in the fight, so I tied the tooth to end of the stick using some long grass. It wasn’t elegant, but it was a weapon. I checked it numerous times before I was satisfied. You could never be too cautious. Only when I felt I was ready did I enter the ruin by myself.
Immediately, I was greeted with a familiar room. It was a safe room. I relaxed a bit knowing that this room was probably the best room to stay the night in, especially when I was on my own. I pulled out some of the leftover food in my Inventory and had a quiet snack. Then, I walked over to the mural. This one wasn’t broken or decayed, but still clear on the story.
“Do you want to-“ I stopped as I realized I was all alone in the room.
In the past, there had always been someone with me where I could tell them my interpretations of the story. They would hang on my every word as I slowly unfolded the dungeons. I wasn’t always right, but I had gotten close time and time again. My tattoos were a testament to- no, those were gone now as well. I was just Deek. I felt like I should have been terrified to be alone, and while I felt lonely, I wasn’t truly afraid at all.
The mural seemed to depict some kind of battle. One seemed to be a force of good, while the other was a force of evil. Well, the murals depicted an army filled with knights in shiny armor versus an army of skeletons and demons. The mural didn’t reveal anything else other than that a lot of people died and it seemed to last for some time.
Was that what this world was? Were we walking across an echo of the battlefields where this war was fought? That would fall in line with what I knew about dungeons. As I pondered this stuff, my eyes landed on the kiosk in the middle of the room. It stood to reason that I wouldn’t be returning to this kiosk. There was no traditional entrance or exit. The only way to get out of here was to make it to the castle and fight through whatever the boss was.
However, you never knew about the future. It was better safe than sorry. There might be a need to return to this safe room before the end. With a sigh, I stood up and touched the kiosk. As I went to register with it, there was a sudden surge of magical power. My body felt like it was flying, and I had a feeling I was familiar with. It was the feeling of transportation magic! I was being taken somewhere else.
As I cursed my luck, my body disappeared, leaving an empty and abandoned saferoom.