The last meal he had imagined never came to pass. That meal had certainly been wonderful, leaving even his teeth fragrant, but those blasted fishing fanatics had forced him to stay another three days.
All the feeble Ruger could do was mourn for the sea beasts while helping build an ice cellar and marveling at how delicious the scraps he ate each day remained, even though they were merely trimmings from the food being prepared for storage.
His vision went dark, and the handful of magic stones in Ruger's hand turned to fine dust.
He raised his head and surveyed the somewhat dim place. This was not his first visit, yet it still felt unfamiliar.
The first time he had come here, he had been only a Wizard Apprentice.
Now that he was a Three-Ring Wizard, he could sense more clearly that this truly seemed to be a structure built inside a demon's remains.
He felt someone watching him from nearby. Another wizard who had emerged from the Teleportation Array glanced at him curiously while hurrying past.
Ruger smiled faintly and began walking as well.
Neatly laid blue-gray stone blocks lay beneath his feet, and the traces of passing years permeated everything. It was a dark, ancient place.
He remembered being toyed with here before. It seemed that this peculiar place, the lingering will in the powerful demon's remains, or perhaps something else entirely, had given birth to a peculiar creature. The wizards had not destroyed it, and it occasionally played tricks on people, such as making newly arrived young apprentices lose their way.
Walking through the corridors here always gave him the feeling of walking through a gigantic demon's throat.
There was something else he had not forgotten. This place, one of the principal strongholds of the Demon Hunter