The dungeon entrance was exactly where Dante remembered it, a massive archway carved into the base of the sunken city's largest structure with its surface covered in symbols that pulsed with sickly green luminescence.
The air corridor here was wider than most, allowing multiple climbers to stand abreast before the dark opening that led down into whatever lay beneath.
"That's ominous." Astrid studied the symbols with the expression of someone who saw a lot of dangerous things and was adding this to the list. "What do those mean?"
"Warnings, curses, an invitation depending on your perspective." He checked his equipment one final time: sword secure, potions accessible, emergency supplies packed tight. "The Drowned King considers himself a sovereign. Anyone who enters his domain is either a supplicant or an invader."
"Which are we?" She shifted her weight, already eager for the fight.
"Invaders, definitely invaders." He drew his blade and gestured toward the darkness with it.
