The choice of dungeon had been easy.
Lukas stood in front of the entrance and looked at the sign above the gate with confidence.
He'd spent a considerable amount of time learning exactly how these opponents moved, attacked, and died.
Deathstalker Scorpions were not strangers to him.
He knew their tells, their range, the way they telegraphed the fire beam, and of course, the blind spots their pincers created when they overextended.
Fighting familiar enemies in an unfamiliar space was still an advantage over the alternative.
He paid the entrance fee and walked through the opening in the tall walls.
The space inside was small. All he could see was a bare courtyard with a stone cube at the center, the same design as every other dungeon entrance he had seen, which was exactly one more.
A blue spatial gate swirled slowly on the cube's surface, the light from it dispersing around them.
He reached back and unsheathed his sword without breaking stride, then stepped through.
