The only place that you will lead us into is certain death, Magat’s words bounced around inside my skull as I stepped through the mirror-like entrance of the pocket dimension. A cold sensation washed over me as I planted my feet on the barren soil. Certain death, I thought as I kept walking forward. I did not bother to look over my shoulder to see if the others were following me. It would be a good thing if they didn’t as I did not want to lead them to their demise.
Crunching sounds echoed through the desolate space as the soles of my leather sandals crushed brittle barks, small rocks and dried bones. I looked down. Those certainly are bones, my mind supplanted as a shudder crept along my spine. Before me, a wide and empty space abound. The pocket dimension was unlike the Second Ring of
