This was a dimly lit cave.
Boiling magma churned all around the cavern.
The scorching heat and the skinless figures rolling through the magma, screaming in agony, gave this dangerous place an even more horrifying atmosphere.
An old saying circulated in dreams: We could tell what kind of person someone was by their dreams.
The noble dreamed grand dreams.
The vile dreamed bloody dreams.
Well, if you often dreamed of long, beautiful legs in black stockings, perhaps you should consider whether you were the sort of person who was just a horny bastard.
"Crack, crack~"
As she stepped over a road littered with corpses and bones, feeling the bones shatter beneath her feet, Zatanna was filled with disgust.
"What kind of pervert's dream would take the form of such an ugly scene?" Daniel shook his head, his tone full of loathing for the man called Destiny.
"I don't know, but I do know we're in trouble."
Zatanna fixed a grave gaze on the cavern in the distance.
As if sensing the arrival of these uninvited guests, rows of Skeleton Soldiers clad in golden armor came running out from the distant cave.
"Uninvited guests, die!"
The red flames in the skeletons' eyes flared as they charged at the group with cries.
"Let me handle this!"
Daniel stepped forward and somehow pulled out an ancient gas mask resembling one from World War II, placing it over his head.
He picked up a small silk pouch from his waist, untied it, and lightly scattered golden dust across the Skeleton Soldiers.
Whoosh!
The golden sand seemed to possess some strange magic. The instant the Skeleton Soldiers touched it, they let out piercing screams and exploded into clusters of ugly gray ash.
"Done."
Daniel puffed out his chest, full of pride.
Jino folded his arms