In what seemed to be an empty hall filled with different scrolls and books. Darius found himself wandering about; he was trying to find a way out of the hall and look for something else.
He looked front and back, trying to see if he would spot anything that would give him the sense of direction he needed at the moment, but there was nothing.
It was an endless corridor of scrolls and books.
"I don't seem to understand what I am doing here, but it feels like I am going to be lost for the meantime."
He sighed, not knowing what he was to expect from the whole thing.
He kept walking when suddenly he felt something from behind him.
It was like someone was trying to sneak up on him; Darius didn't waste time to turn and block the attacker.
"Who in the world—"
He paused when he saw a familiar face; it was the old Basilisk Sage.
"Slav?"
"Keh-Keh, I see you're no longer dull on senses like this!"
