Damon the Prideful stepped into the glowing red hexagram—the portal he had created—which would lead him to the place he most desired to be at this moment. As if on cue, the moment he stepped out from the void of the portal, he was once again welcomed by a cold and eerie darkness. The stale air greeted him, and the cobblestones beneath his feet, the damp walls, and the ceiling littered with cobwebs—all screamed of a typical dungeon.
Concealing his presence, Damon the Prideful strode in the direction from which the swirling magus resonance emanated. Moving as though he were one with the darkness, Damon could now see the light growing stronger the longer he walked, his steps becoming purposeful and focused.
This dungeon is only housing that Halfling, I see. Is it because they feel threatene
