Thanks to the crystals, Nandi stabilized his body and quickly repaired his weapon.
'Follow me, dammit. I don't want to be trapped in here forever.' He thought.
With no other choice left and with Phloria's condition getting worse, the Ernas followed the Minotaur through a short maze comprised of crystal veins of growing purity. Soon they were surrounded solely by violet and white gemstones.
In the middle of such a treasure that would have made any mage go mad with greed, there was what looked like a hunting cabin. The small wooden house had a pitched roof, only one door, and one window on each side.
A clothesline filled with small clothes of different sizes was located in front of the hut, giving the impression that a large family had somehow found their way there.
Quylla and Phloria recognized the oppressive aura surrounding the place as that they had perceived all the way up to the surface, yet now it seemed to be no longer hostile to them.
