“Left.”
With that, they started walking down the corridor. Matt was wary of traps, and that proved to be for good reason when he stepped on a pressure plate. A log lined with spikes dropped from the ceiling a split second after his foot sunk into the ground. It was connected to an arm so that the log would spin at chest height.
Matt caught the swinging log, with his longsword acting as a bar. It only took a moment for the energy to be spent, and he carefully lowered the log, its momentum gone.
With the trap disarmed, they inspected it for clues of what this rift would have been like before it came to the real world.
Liz pondered the spikes and connecting arms. “It’s not amazing craftsmanship, but it’s all uniform, and the spikes all appear to be well crafted. I don’t think it’s goblins
