As they walked along the hallways of the dungeon, it was starting to unease him where these women were taking him. And after they so thoroughly examined him, his mind was racing with possibilities.

(“They couldn't be thinking off… No, no, no, I'm just overthinking it. But they were kinda handsy. No, what am I thinking? My first time can't be in a group. I mean I'm flattered but… I mean I might not survive escaping this place but… no this isn't the time for this.”)

He wore a blushed face and did his best to subdue the smile creeping on his face.

One of the four women looked at him with a hint of disgust in her eyes and he stopped his train of thought there.

(“...Ugh, did it show on my face?”) He lamented in his head.

She sighed before grabbing and dragging him quickly. They passed the others and the girls looked on with stars in their eyes. The others also wanted a part in this and decided to grab his limbs.

“(What are they-) Woah!”

They lifted him by his limbs and began running. Agnes looked distraught as she witnessed this and did the best her body could manage to keep up with them.

After five minutes of jogging, they stopped and Agnes was a sweat-covered mess, lying on the floor gasping for air.

But where they stopped wasn't eye-catching in the slightest. They were in the middle of another hallway.

The women let Tibaut go and placed him on the floor.

“Why'd we stop here?” He asked as if he expected one of them to answer. He crawled over and sat up Agnes against a wall.

(“I guess I shouldn't expect the average person to be able to keep up with them.”)

He commented as he dusted the white powder off of Agnes. There seemed to be a lot in this hallway. It looked like an indoor area next to a beach with many how many white piles were on the floor.

It also seems years in this body had caused Tibaut to forget what an average person can do.

She was completely drenched in sweat and on the floor gasping for air after five minutes of a middling jog. This would be considered atrocious by the average person. She was so drained, so didn't even react to Tibaut in her proximity and focused only on breathing while she stared blankly in front of her.

(“Is she good?”) He wondered.

She slid back to the floor, focusing only on breathing. He decided to let her rest in the meantime.

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As he watched her with concern, one of the women picked him up off the floor and stood him up.

“Easy I'm injure- what the hell?”

There was now a new pathway in this straight hallway. When he looked at the floor he saw various bricks on the floor and based on his “gift” from the drake he could sense something was down in the new path.

He picked one of the bricks and it had a segment of the dungeon’s mural on it. He threw it and it cracked when it hit the floor.

He gritted his teeth and couldn't stop himself from throwing another brick into the wall.

“Are you fucking telling that little bastard created a hidden path!?” He shouted

He didn't know if the priest was the one responsible for this but he was the only person he could think to blame for this.

The girls and Agnes turned to him. He cleared his throat before placing Agnes over his shoulder. One of the girls grabbed Agnes and placed her on her shoulder instead while another pulled him inside.

There he saw light for the first time on the third floor. Torches were hung on each side of the hallway going down further into a brightly lit room.

(“It really was that little bastard.”)

They continued and soon reached the room and the source of the feeling soon became apparent. It captured his attention as he entered the room, as it should. It stood opposite the entrance and its size was massive. It was three times his height, minimum and had murals of various beasts and demons in higher detail than the rest of the dungeon. Atop the gate was the sculpture of an angel with six wings. They had a fist resting on their jaw as they sat on a throne. Though it had no distinguishing features aside from the wings and their pose, he tensed up seeing it.

(“It's not gonna come to life right?”)

He shot off a firelance and after confirming it was decoration, he was somewhat surprised it did no damage. But what surprised him more was the signs of previous damage. There were cracks all along the gate. It was a miracle it was still in one piece.

He threw another fireball, this time at the gate itself. Other than leaving it dirtied, there was no difference in appearance.

(“What monster was able to nearly break that thing?”)

But as he observed the gate, another question that came to mind. What was it? It was obviously a gate but did it have a purpose? Was it sealing an ancient demon, did it lead to another world or was it just decoration?

(“You're right about one of those human.”) The drake responded.

(“Oh God, don't tell me it's a demon you're gonna release. Screw you, I didn't sign up for this!”)

He already began running but a look behind showed his caution unwarranted. The girls all wore ugly expressions on their faces looking at Tibaut but three of the girls restrained the other when they heard the drake’s voice.

(“Keep it brief, please? Fighting those guys alongside a demon would be the death of me.”)

(“There's no demon behind those gates.”)

(“So is it just decoration?”)

(“Nope!”)

He stopped running as he neared the gate.

(“Wait, are you saying it’s a gate to another world!?”)