"What even is it?" the mage asked.
"Dunno." The lancer shrugged. "It looks like a staff. It looks kinda creepy doesn't it?" he held up the staff.
Since it was no longer hovering over the pool, it had lost its radiance. Now, a dark aura cloaked it. It had red and yellow gems studded near s head and had a long slender handle. It crooked at the head adn was bent.
"It looks like a bird's beak." the swordsman said about the staff's head.
"It kinda does." agreed the mage.
"Think it's haunted?"
The mage shivered. "I hope not."
They were so close to the entrance. So close to graduating. So close to becoming official hunters. Victory was going to be theirs.
But mobs of legendary dungeons don't play fair.