They entered the third floor and Lucius blinked.
"What the hell…" he muttered under his breath.
These floors were getting ridiculous. The first floor looked like a medieval ruin. The second floor was a fleshy forest that felt like running across someone's tongue. And now…
A whole damn ocean made of blood.
"What next? A mountain?" Lucius asked no one in particular.
Grimm floated beside him with his legs dangling as he stared at the endless crimson waves.
"Where the hell are we even going to set camp?"
The dragon girl, slung lazily over Lucius's shoulder like a misbehaving oversized cat, tilted her head at the ocean.
"I don't understand the issue," she said. "Just sleep on the water."
Lucius's face contorted into at least five different expressions… disgust, disbelief, annoyance, inevitable resignation, then annoyance again.
"Of course you would, dirty pig."
"I'm not a pig!" she snapped.
