Guess it's time to test my new strength after breaking through!"
Damien cracked his knuckles, the golden aura flaring around his fists. He turned toward the door, ready to march out.
"Hold your horses, boy," Brokk grunted, slamming his wrench onto the metal table. "You think you can just waltz into the Deep Iron Prison through the front door? That isn't bravery; that's suicide."
Brokk grabbed the lever on the wall and pulled it down harder.
CLANK-WHIRRR.
The map of the city that hung from the ceiling zoomed in, focusing on the dark, jagged sector buried deep beneath the earth. It wasn't just a dungeon; it was a labyrinth built inside the active veins of the volcano.
"Look here," Brokk pointed a grease-stained finger at the main entrance.
"The Main Gate. It's guarded by two battalions of the Iron Legion and a 5th-Order Mana Barrier. If you attack here, the alarm goes off, and the Regent vents the cells with poison gas. My friends die before you even swing your sword."
