The two of them headed back toward the main hall, the scenery this time looked completely different. Unlike before they knew the story of Van Dijk, now this place looked far more haunting. Now that it has a story and a past, the bones on the ground and the damage to the walls are enough to grant vivid images to the written words of Van Dijk's diary.
Once Ludwig arrived to the dungeon entrance, "Looks like they tried to come out," Ludwig muttered, his voice low as he noticed that the rubble he had placed at the front of the dungeon had been moved slightly. The stones were shifted as if something had pushed against them from the other side. He crouched down, examining the disturbed debris with a critical eye. The faint claw marks on the rocks confirmed his suspicion—the rats had tried to escape.
He approached the blockade cautiously, his movements deliberate as he began to move the stones aside. The sound of grinding rock echoed softly in the dimly lit entrance of the dungeon.
